Last Friday we got a special delivery, cookies from my mother-in-law! Within a matter of minutes I was ripping into the package and munching on her newest creation, two ginger cookies filled with pumpkin cream cheese frosting-delicious! I was getting ready to text my mother-in-law to let her know how great the new recipe was, when nausea set in...hmm perhaps a sugar high. I went about my day and the pain increased. At Bueller's vet appointment later that afternoon I had to unbutton my pants because the pain was getting so bad. I began to wonder if something was wrong with those cookies! By 6:00 pm I was moaning and groaning in my bed willing Rick to get home so he could take over daddy duty and I could curl up in a ball and die. Then the vomiting set in. Rick started to worry when he found me in the shower only I wasn't standing, I was laying on the floor of the bathtub letting the shower water hit me in the stomach. "What are you doing?!!" I had no answer other than vomiting into the nearest trash can. I kept thinking this was just a weird reaction to food and that after a few hours it had to pass. But by 11:00 pm the vomiting had not ceased and neither had the pain. I turned to Rick and told him we had to head to the ER. Poor Charlie was sound asleep in his crib. I couldn't wait for a babysitter to arrive, so Rick scooped him up and off we went to the nearest hospital. The doctor examined me and determined I needed a cat scan to rule out appendicitis. And for the first time that night I wondered if this might be something other than a bad cookie! After two cat scans and six hours in the ER the radiologist determined it was in fact acute appendicitis and I needed surgery. I was happy to call Rick's mom and tell her the cookies were great and did not in fact cause vomiting!
The surgery went routinely and I was out of the hospital and back home by 7:00 Saturday night. Thankfully, my mom was able to fly out to help us. After surgery the surgeon informed us that I would be unable to carry Charlie for a few days. So grandma was put to work! We were so lucky to have her with us to help with feedings, diaper changes, laundry, you name it!
It's been five days and I'm feeling a lot better. I feel it's a bit cruel and unusual that I only recently felt good in my jeans again after my cesarean and now I'm back to my sweats. Hopefully this recovery won't be as long and those jeans will be back in the wardrobe lineup before long.
Word to the wise, if you've got a stomach ache that doesn't ever let up...it's probably not the cookie!
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