Wednesday, January 2, 2008

The Long Version

What a long day!

I barely slept at all last night, I was so anxious about the cath and whether or not Drew was sick. He had started coughing yesterday, but just a little bit and with no other symptoms. We drove out to Palo Alto, but with a feeling of dread. Then he seemed to stop coughing for a few hours. Then it started up again. He went to bed and slept fine all night, no coughing. Woke up with the alarm at 5:45 so he could have his last liquid of the day (you have to fast before the cath) and started coughing again. We called UCSF, they told us to come in. I wish they would have told us right then that they wouldn't do the cath. But they didn't. On the way in, Drew was sad. He kept telling us he didn't want to go to the hospital, he wanted to go back to Grandma Kathy's. He also told us he was hungry. Then thirsty. We had to tell him that he had to wait until after the cath. It was hard for me to hear.

Then the cath was cancelled. We took him to breakfast at Crepeville right by the hospital. Put money in the meter. He had silver dollar pancakes. After breakfast we were walking out to the car and the meter maid was standing there about to place the ticket on our windshield. I said "It's not even out yet!" and she looked at me and replied "yes it is," placed the ticket on our car and drove away. And it was more than I could bear. I started crying, not because of the ticket, but just because of everything. I tried to control myself, and I finally stopped. My despair was replaced with apathy. I didn't care about anything. I was rescheduling the cath in my head, two weeks-my friend's baby shower, two weeks after that-Drew's birthday, two weeks after that-my birthday. We'd probably miss everything.

I didn't want to go home. Laundry was waiting. I still need to take down the Christmas decorations, and put the kids new toys away. I would have to take care of the kids, cook dinner. It all seemed too overwhelming. I experienced a roller coaster of emotions on the 2 1/2 hour drive home. I felt like I could not do one more hospitalization, not one more cancelled cath. I felt like I had been knocked down and I had lost the will to stand up again. I told Dan I didn't want to do this anymore. He said no one in our situation wants to do this. You just have to be brave. Like Franklin. I almost said something inappropriate about Franklin, something that involves alliteration, but I didn't. At one point Drew heard me crying to Dan and said "Mom. Why are you whining?" Then my sobs mixed with laughs. I didn't know how I felt anymore. After a while I'd feel strong again. "I'm a phoenix, rising from the ashes! I will do this, and I will do it with a good attitude. I will make a plan, I will be in control." And so it went, back and forth, despair and determination.

When we got home around 2:30 I took Drew's temperature. 100.7 I decided to call the doctor because I would be very upset if we waited til 5 and he got worse and we ended up in the ER. We were back in the car by 3 with an appointment at 3:30. By the time we got there his fever was 102, sats were around 78. The doctor heard a crackle in his lung. I hate crackles. She ordered a breathing treatment then checked his sats again. Still about the same. She ordered a chest x-ray. I really hate chest x-rays. It almost always means pneumonia. And pneumonia almost always means the hospital. Luckily, she did not see a pneumonia on the film and we have another appointment to see her in the morning. We're not totally out of the woods though, because often pneumonia doesn't show up on the x-ray right away. Tonight we are going to give breathing treatments around the clock.

While I was gone with Drew, Dan cleaned up the messy house and had dinner ready for us by the time we got home. He also had a glass of wine waiting for me. What would I do without him? No matter how bad things get, how overwhelmed I feel, he is always right here with me. And I am so thankful for that.

So, that's the long version. I'll post again after our appointment tomorrow.

7 comments:

Kate said...

love love love love you my phoenix friend!

Molly said...

Although you may not always feel like a phoenix, the rest of us watching see it. You are handling all this with such honesty and that's real strength.
Amy

Anne Marie said...

Rough doesn't even begin to describe how awful yesterday must have been. I think you should've shoved that ticket in the meter maids face. You've earned it. But I guess that wouldn't have solved anything. Hang in there- we are praying for no pnuemonia tomorrow.

Shannon said...

I too feel inclined to yell or accost that parking meter person. I think its that fight or flight reflex - lets just yell at someone and make it all better. Sigh. I sounds as if it was for the best to avoid the cath with the complications but it would be better than best for it to be over without any problems at all.

I hope Drew is doing okay today and there is no pneumonia lurking.

UbrStrBksMom said...

If you want I"ll go kick the meter lady... seriously I will!

Praying for you sistah....

Drink more wine and call me when you have a minute.

Smoochies
Paige

Lexi said...

Know that you are in our prayers!!!!!
Love,
The Sheridans

Jenny Unger said...

Sorry I didn't respond sooner, i just figured out I have to click on "newer posts" to read your updates.

Oh how my heart goes out to you my friend! Did I ever tell you about the time I had an emotional meltdown at UC davis when my daughter was in ICU? It involved the use of the "F" word (by me of course,) in multitude and a security officer in the parking lot escorting me off the premisis. I had to call Cole to come and verify my sanity before they would let me back in the hospital! It is one of our funniest stories now...but so very devastating at the time.

You don't have to be strong dear one, just fall into the arms of Jesus, (even if it's just for a moment) and He will give you what you need to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Sorry for another sleepless night and grateful for your awesome husband! I'll keep checking in.
all my love