A bad week

Well, what I failed to mention during my last post was that as I was having this unrelenting back pain all day! I was trying to attribute it to pregnancy combined with having a little Taylor around. I did call my OB later in the afternoon and he also thought that it sounded muscular. At midnight that night I woke up shivering uncontrollably (and we all know that being cold is not a problem for me.) with a fever. A friend lovingly took me to the ER so that Mike could stay with the girls. I spent 5 hours in the ER. They checked baby and he looked great and found out that I most likely had a kidney infection. They gave me one dose of IV antibiotics and sent me home with a prescription for oral antibiotics. I took a cab home at 5AM, which normally would scare the daylights out of me but I didn't care at all because I still felt like crap.
At home I slept for about an hour and got up again freezing. My temp was up, my back pain was worse, and Mike wasn't happy with the oral antibiotic that the MD prescribed. He called my OB again, who agreed that the antibiotic wasn't appropriate and felt I needed to be admitted for IV antibiotics and better pain control. My response was tears. Laura came to watch the kids and my mom was on the road within the hour.
On the way to the hospital my side of the car was completely steamed over and Mike's was clear. However I still questioned the necessity of being admitted. Once in the hospital I was put on the antipartum floor. I had wonderful nurses, a nice room, and GOOD drugs. I slept for the first time in hours and expected to feel much better on Thursday. Thursday morning had more disappointment in store for me. I woke up with chills again and puked everywhere. I was expecting to feel way better and to go home. The rest of the day went better. The kids were being well taken care of, Mike was in and out all day, Laura came with treats, and Ginnie came late afternoon.
Thursday evening the girls came for a visit. It didn't take them long to become quite comfortable with the buttons on the bed and snacks in the room. It was hard to walk them out to the elevator but it was time for them to go as they were getting quite hyper. As we past the nursing station Hailey said quite loudly "hey mom, how ya doin with that pyelonephritis". The nurses were impressed with her medical vocabulary and her father was proud.
Friday morning I was released, but wasn't feeling well at all. Today I woke feeling close to normal--Praise God.
This whole experience was so odd for me. I hate being a patient and hate being needy. I am so thankful for friends and family who so lovingly cared for my kids and for me. I am also thankful that baby boy remained stable and active through this all. I look forward to meeting him soon, but not too soon. He always would give me good kick when I was really feeling down.


Operation princess sheets update: Hailey has only stayed in her bed 1 of the last 4 nights. She was super proud of her sheets and loved the gift that the one princess left. Last night when she came to me I reminded her that she needed to stay in bed to get a gift. Her response was "I got one already".