Okay, maybe my title is a little strong, but you can judge for yourself. It all started Thursday night. Madison began saying I don't feel well. She did not want her dinner. I knew something was up. She usually will eat something. She started throwing up at 7:00pm. At about 8:00pm, Megan said, I don't feel good. I thought maybe she was just grossed out about Madison puking.
I told Megan to go to bed. Well, Megan sleeps in the top bunk. She has her own world up there. Her American doll has her bed up there as well as shelves and hooks for her accessories and clothes. While Madison was on the couch (because she had already puked in her bed while sleeping), I heard a cough from the bedroom. I ran back there, because I had feared that Megan had thrown up. Well, my fear was correct. I stepped in and got blasted. It went everywhere and she was in her top bunk!
I moved Megan to the other couch and Steve began the clean up. We were out of sheets, and the laundry began. He was extremely mad, because earlier we had called the on call doctor (who I don't like and now Steve doesn't like) and he would not give us anything for Madison. By the way, I don't use that doctor at all when we have office visits. The girls threw up until about 4:00am. We all sleep in the den and I got up every hour to hold a bucket. Luckily, Mackenzie did not get sick.
Do you think this is the end of my little weekend. No, no, no! The next day Steve had a scheduled endoscopy procedure. I told him lets just reschedule. He said, if I have to reschedule then I am not going to do it. Michelle comes over and keeps the kids and off we go 35 mins away to get this procedure done. We arrive at the place and waited and waited only to find out that Steve was not suppose to have anything to drink. I told him that he could have water. I thought the lady on the phone had said that he could drink it before the test.
We ended up having to wait for an hour and half, so we went to REI outdoor store. It is the coolest place. Unfortunately, we don't have any money to buy the cool things that exist in the store. We go back and I wait another 2 hours and he finally is done. He is totally out of it. His results were not great. He has to have this procedure again in 6 weeks. He also will probably have to have it either yearly or every two years. I guess that I should tell you why he had to have this done. He basically has been choking on certain foods for years. I made him go and get this done, and he certainly did not want to get it done. The doctor also told us that Steve had lesions in his stomach and he will be on medicine for at least a year.
We get home and Steve goes to bed. He sleeps for a while and then by 4:00pm I got to the drug store to fill the prescription the doctor had given us. I went because Steve's chest started hurting terribly. We thought it might be bad gas, so I went to get it filled. In the meantime, Steve calls the doctors office to ask if it was okay to take another medicine for the heartburn, because it was killing him. They say you need to get to the hospital NOW! He calls me and I come home. With Steve and the kids, we take off to the hospital. This hospital is near our church, so it takes 30 mins to get there. On this day, it took 40 mins, because it was raining like crazy.
All the way there, I was worried because I had nowhere to take my kids. I had used up Michelle that day and she was at work by now. Several people offered to help but Steve did not want to send the kids with someone that they never knew or send them somewhere they had never been. Megan said don't make us go with someone. I think she was scared. I know she is old enough to know when things could possible be dangerous. I called Steve's boss, because he had called earlier to offer any help.
When I called, his wife answered their phone. She was so kind and gracious. She said I will be right there and we will figure out what you want to do. The Lord knew what I needed to hear. She came to the hospital and so did her husband. She said my parents are out of town and they live right across the street. You and the girls can go there and Paul can stay with Steve. I was reluctant to leave Steve, but something that I did not mention earlier was that I had a temperature. I had either caught what the girls had or I was just exhausted. I decided that her idea was just what I needed. So, I left Steve on the floor of the emergency waiting room (yes, he was hurting that bad--we think he had the virus by that time as well.). Paul told me later that they put Steve on a portable bed to sleep on because a nurse was fussing to him about being on the floor. She said that hospital floors were dirty.
Well, we ended up spending the night at this house and Steve ended up okay (except fot the virus, which kept him running to the bathroom all night. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten since midnight so he only had to deal with the "lower" end). I have to say that I had the best night's sleep that I have ever had since we moved to Texas. This house was in a neighborhood that was extremely quiet. In our neighborhood, I hear cars going all night long up and down the street. It sure felt like a terrible weekend. Eventhough it felt like hell, I was amazed at how the DeHaven's took care of us. So, I guess that God took care of us by sending them to our rescue. Maybe, God showed us what his true nature is like. He is not going to leave me out in the cold with out help. Thanks-God and Thanks-Dehaven's!
So, what do you think? Was it a Hell of a weekend or not?
I usually don't say that word that much -just for everybody's information!
