After going to the hospital on Friday expecting to stay for about 4 hours and waking up with a HUGE 10-inch vertical hole in my stomach, I have been totally discombobulated.
Let the spell checker try to compute THAT word!
I guess while the doc was trying to poke something through my abdominal wall, he hit a major blood vessel and had to totally open me up, unload all my guts and search to find the source of the flood.
Sorry, I know, it's gross.
SOOOOOO, I spent the whole weekend in the hospital.
And this morning in the emergency room when it started bleeding again.
I'm just having lots of fun.
My kids were having a rough time.
Number 4 sits on the end of my hospital bed..."Mom, my eye hurts!"
Well, why is that?
"It wants to cry."
It's ok, sweetheart, let it cry.
So she laid on me and sobbed for awhile.
MG came to stay with the kids. She says to him, "You know, I need mom to come home soon because I think I'm going crazy! I've had just about enough of you!"
He was laughing to hard to be upset with her.
Now he has become the Janean-police...LAY DOWN, PUT THAT DOWN, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?, STOP THAT!
I've just about had enough of him, too.
But I know it's for my own good.
God blesses even in the middle of adversity. A surgeon was available just when things went south, my church family has brought us dinner every night since Friday, MG has gotten along well with the kids, I'm still alive...Hey, it's all good.
**PS, to the friend who wanted my speech on homebirth, please comment and include your email address so I can get it to you. I may post it here, too, just for posterity.