I know my Press Secretary, um I mean husband, Leo, has been directing you to the blog for an update lately so I had better keep up. You have all been so nice to call or write to check in on me. Well, maybe it's all about the baby already but you still have me to deal with so reports on me is what you will get.
Yesterday the pain I was feeling turned out not to be regular old muscle pain or even rib pain like I started to suspect. It's a little more involved than that and involved getting my massage therapist over here to work on my "trigger points." I won't try to explain it, that's what Google is for. But it does have to do with certain muscle tissues towards my back that were too tight and weren't getting enough oxygen when I was coughing to much from the cold and were causing pain in other area such as around my sides and my stomach (or something like that). In any event, it sucks. My massage lady came and worked on me for over an hour and a half. She is quite an angel for doing so. If she is the saint of all saints I can't yet say. She said it would take 24 hours or so to feel the full effects. I'm counting down. . .
Last night was more of the same - it was an event to do whatever it was I wanted to do. You know, like sit down and enjoy a great episode of Lost. Yeah, that's right I said sit. I ended up standing and swaying partway through because it was more comfortable. I was terrified of going to bed. And I had every right to be as that experience brought on tears of frustration. Thank God for Leo. He is my hero.
After a little wait we tried again and I got into bed on one side knowing that moving an inch wasn't possible without major consideration. I'm glad I was so exhausted because I fell right asleep. A few hours later turning was a painful chore but I managed it then and several times after. Again, if I wasn't so tired today I would jumping off the roof (ha! as if I could even climb the stairs!) meaning although I am unhappy and in pain I did sleep for several hours so I'm not the cranky hag I might have been otherwise.
And so we wait. This time for the pain to subside a bit. If it doesn't I'm not sure what I'll do but I'm fairly positive I can't go through this for another day. Unless of course there is a wonderful cocktail of narcotics I'm allowed to take. That seems unlikely but an upside to going into labor in my state - at least drugs will be nearby in a hospital.
More updates later as I brave my way through the day.
3 comments:
Oh Jen...I am so sorry to hear that you are hurting. I remember how awful it was to not even be able to sit or lay down without horrible pain. Have you tried rocking on a yoga ball? Here's hoping that he doesn't put you through much longer of this!
I too feel so bad that you are having such aches and pains...
On a good note- I HONESTLY don't remember having such discomfort; yet I KNOW I DID!!!! It is just a vague memory- soon forgotten with the wonderous birth(s) that followed! I hope you can get some more good solid sleep, before BT arrives...Love, Nonni
I'm sorry that you're not feeling good. When I was prego I had these horrible cramp thingy's and I thought I would die. The dr couldn't figure out what it was. I tried hot showers, rolling on the ball, rocking back and forth, I finally found that a hydrocodone and tylenol pm did the trick (and I did check with my dr. and she said it was ok) and at least I could sleep. I had these episodes about half a dozen times and then two months ago had my gall bladder removed. Apparently I had gall stones, and apparently it's not all that uncommon during/after pregnancy. I hope you don't have that.
We're still so excited for BT to get here!
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