Friday 8/3 I went to work. All day I had been going pee like crazy. I figured that being checked the night before disturbed something and I would be fine. I got home from work and showered. By the time I got out of the shower I was starting to hurt pretty bad in my back. I used my judgement and decided I probably had a bladder infection in conjunction with the back pain and urgency to pee. Went to the instacare and the urine came back fine but the doctor wanted to start me on an antibiotic anyway. He also gave me some pain meds just in case. I went home and tried laying down for a while but could not get comfortable. The pain got unbearable to the point I was vomiting and I knew that we had to go into the hospital. Luckily, I was extremely pregnant and was sent up to labor and delivery and didn't have to wait in the ER. One of my old coworkers, Danielle was our first nurse. They started monitoring me. I was puking and feeling horrible. Nothing was relieving the back pain. They then transferred me to the mom and baby floor with our nurse, Erica. I was started on a morphine pain pump and given phenergan for the nausea. I was desperate and continued pushing the pain button all through the night. But the pain never really got below an 8 on the pain scale and I continued throwing up all night. The pain meds made me crazy and I kept trying to have conversations with the nurse all night. It was pretty funny after.
Saturday 8/4: They decided to switch me to oral pills, dilaudid, since the pain pump wasn't working well. They also switched me to zofran for the nausea. The first few doses worked wonders. I felt pretty good and would only feel the occasional pain as the meds wore off. My urine looked like coke, so I knew something was really wrong. I went down for an ultrasound of my kidneys. They could not see any stones but what they did see was hydronephrosis, a blockage of my right ureter causing swelling in my kidney. It was caused by my uterus. The cure is delivery. But because I was only 37 weeks nobody was thrilled to do that. Except me and Ben. My nurses tried really hard to help us out. They would monitor me and I was having contractions every 10 minutes on my own but they weren't painful or progressing at all. We kept making jokes with our nurse, Erica, that we needed a breast pump to stimulate contractions. She came in later and we were turning the lights off for the night and we told her we were setting the mood, she offered a do not disturb sign for our door. I had felt pretty good for about 12 hours of the day. Sometime in the middle of the night it got horrible again. I asked for an extra dose of pain meds. But still no relief.
Sunday 8/5: I was going through pain meds like candy, feeling nauseated, I was shaking and rocking back and forth to relieve the pain. Not to mention I was punching my kidney because it relieved the pain briefly and was better than the constant pain I was feeling. I really didn't know what to do. Dr. Davis was covering for the weekend and he came in to discuss what we could do. He discussed induction and the risks involved. I was sleep deprived and in pain, so the last thing I wanted to hear was you can be induced but your baby might be in NICU. Is it worth that risk to you? (I know he was just doing his job, but it made me feel selfish). So, I laid in bed sobbing. My nurse, Joey, must have advocated for me because next thing I know my doctor comes walking in the room and asks "do you want to have a baby?" Music to my ears.
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