January 9-12th
Ammon took pictures throughout the time I was hospitalized for an obstructed bowel. I guess I have trained him well to “scrapbook” or now blog all the events (big and small) in our lives. So I knew I would need to post something about this miserable weekend. So here it is….
Picture taken from my hospital room on the 7th floor. I have to say, that if I had to be in a hospital lying around in a bed in pain, this is the view I would’ve asked for!
So…it didn’t start with Ammon smiling…but it was the only picture I had of him to post. First, I have to say that I have the most amazing husband in the world! Ammon was by my side and taking care of me, making sure that the kids were taken care of and that phone calls were made to all the people who needed to know. In stride, and with little sleep, he was the most supportive, sensitive, caring, concerned and loving husband!
We went to Eugene originally to go to our niece, Lily’s baby dedication. However, we got there on Saturday night and the plan was to “hang out” with the family and then head to church in the morning. Well, I had been having “adhesion pains” (something I have dealt with on and off since I was a child). It didn’t make me nervous at all. However, as the evening went on and I didn’t even want to play Settlers of Catan with the family…I knew something was more serious.
I went into the bedroom to lay down…now in pretty serious pain (though trying to downplay it to the rest of the family). My prayer went something like this, “Dear God, I know you are a God who heals! I know that you can…so I ask you to heal me right now. But if you choose not to, please give me a sign that I need to go into get this checked out.” As my prayer ended, I realized quite quickly that my pain was still there. I reached down and touched the tender area of my stomach and immediately felt a bulge on my lower right abdomen. Yes, I did say a bulge. You know how pregnant women can see the fist of their baby later in pregnancy? Well, I had a fist protruding from my stomach…and I knew I was not pregnant! I knew this was the “sign” I had asked for. So within the hour we were sitting in the ER of Sacred Heart Riverbend Hospital in Springfield. UGH.
My next fear came quite quickly. OK…any major medical issue I have had I have always been seen at OHSU in Portland (since birth)! OHSU knew my very unique history…had all my medical records and it was where I felt most comfortable! Also, I always have had a really strong need to “connect” with my doctor so I felt I could trust them. Here I was…in an unknown hospital, with unknown medical situations with a serious medical situation. UGH! So I prayed. And then I told Ammon, “I will be very, very surprised if I get out of here without a major surgery. I’m pretty sure I have an obstruction.” We prayed.
After a while I was situated in the ER, receiving fluids, morphine (which at first was not even touching the pain). Ammon was sitting for several hours on the most uncomfortable looking metal chairs as we waited. It was a busy night in the ER. But at least my nurse was nice. The DR eventually came in and within minutes I felt comfortable with her. Not only did she listen to me rattle off the surgeries I have had in the past, what I thought was going on, but also listened to me explain my fear of not being at OHSU. She responded to my fears first…we compared notes and the last time I had surgery up at OHSU she was there…studying under the same doctor that I was a patient! Not only that, she went on and on about how much she learned from that doctor, how she still has connections with her and if we needed to consult her we could. Prayer #2 answered quite miraculously!
After ER, I was admitted to the surgical floor. Still in a lot of pain…but glad to be admitted. The rest of the night and all day Sunday was pretty much a blur to me. I don’t remember too much. The pain was great and morphine was fully coursing through my body. Thankfully. At one point that day my mom told me I begged the nurse to get the doctor and just get the surgery over with because the pain was so bad.
Family and friends surrounded me as I slept most of the day away. I briefly remember Annie and Nathan’s visit. All I remember was thinking…I have to pull all the energy I can while they are here so I don’t scare them too much. They brought me get well posters and a balloon that Annie was adamant she should get for me! Annie was quite outwardly concerned during the entire ordeal. Nathan seemed to internalize his concern a little bit more.

So…to make a long story a lot shorter…I will let you know that the doctor was pretty much convinced, based on the CT scan I got while in the ER, that he would come in on Monday morning to do surgery on my obstructed bowel. The next morning, before the doctor came in, he ordered another x-ray. X-ray showed that “things seemed to be “moving.” A good sign that we needed to wait it out and see if the obstruction would take care of itself. He gave me some meds to get my bowels working and wanted to see some progress by the time he came in later that afternoon. Well, answer to prayer #3: Things started moving AND I was able to get off the morphine! Things just kept getting better from there and Tuesday morning I was discharged!
I truly felt God holding me during this time! Before, during and now after! I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband, fabulous family and super-duper friends! Prayers WORK! Thanks everyone.
I am feeling much better today..it’s the second day of being home and I can see continual improvement in the tenderness of my stomach, bowel functions returning to normal slowly (yes…that’s pooping and farting) and just over-all feeling better. Continue to pray…I will need it for a while.
Hugs to all!