I had a sub (not for me..finally, for a RA teacher) the other day tell me that there was a special place in Heaven for me. I quickly responded, "trust me, I am anxiously awaiting my reward". I often think, as rough as things get on Earth, its just for a brief time. My job may not be the easiest everyday, my kids may not be well behaved at all, but for some of them I am the only chance at hope they get. As I struggle through the day with them, or as rough times come and go in my daily life- I find such comfort in the fact that this is not it for me. There is so much more to come, and I am hanging on doing what I am called to with the time God gives me so that I can meet Him in my reward one day!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Let me preface this post with the statement that I am a sickly person. I tend to miss several school days in the winter due to the flu, strep, etc. So saying that my hubby and I knew that this pregnancy would not be easy. Around week 5 I started to have just some queasiness in the morning. Around week 7 it turned into queasiness all day long. At this point it wasn't majorly affecting my diet, but it was meaning that I ate less than I normally would. Around week 8 into 9 I started throwing up every morning and eating WAY less. Everyone just kept saying it was normal so on I went. This stayed that way until week 12 when I caught a cold. The cold felt more like the flu and kept me on the couch for a weekend. Didn't really eat Monday. Tuesday threw-up three times before I left for work. At this point, I think I have a stomach virus. Had a total breakdown Tuesday night because G left to work, and my mother-in-law had to come get me. Wednesday I laid on the couch all day and wallowed in my own misery. Thought I was better after my normal morning sick, but once I tried to eat lunch my stomach proved me wrong. At this point, it was difficult to even sit up. We called the on call doctor and he prescribed some phnigren (who really knows how to spell that) I took it expecting to sleep for hours, and I was up most of the night. Thursday I woke up in tears and G decided we were heading to the doctor. My mom came and got me, the doctor looked at me, and told me to go to the hospital. Lovely. So I came home to take a bath since we were going on like four days without one (I know, gross.) Got checked into the hospital, got my IV going after three separate attempts. They said that when you are dehydrated your veins just curl up. I started to feel immediately better with the IV. They only let me eat crackers and dry cereal so I had that for dinner, breakfast, and the next day for lunch. They weighed me and I was down about 20lbs from when I got pregnant. Down about 12 since I had been at the doctor two weeks earlier. G spent the night with me in the hospital, and it was the longest night of my life. The IV machine went off about 5 different times, G's alarm went off, my OB was doing his rounds at 4:30am...it was just unpleasant. Friday afternoon they let me go home, but I was not feeling well at all. Came home Friday and took my Zophran and my phnigren. I was asleep by 8:30 and slept until 11:30 Saturday. Woke up Saturday still in a daze, but G's mom was texting me saying she was on the way to get me. I spent all day Saturday (my 25th birthday- yay) on the couch being forced to eat and drink. By Saturday night I felt much better. Still very weak. Church on Sunday meant I needed 5 hours to recover on the couch. Today I went to work for a half day, and I am on the couch for a nap. I have a check-up at the doctor this afternoon, and hopefully everything will be fine!