I’m pretty sure I’ve used this title before. Perhaps on the previous baby blog. I think this update will deserve it more than whatever was on that post though. I’m not even sure where to begin.
Okay that’s silly, I’ll just start at the beginning and work my way to the end. Because, logic.
Brace yourself… this is a long one.
Week before last (week of the 22nd) it became apparent that our house was going to close, and it was going to close on time (Aug. 31). Some things went wrong, we ended up having to completely rip up the floor in the apartment and a few other little things, but everything that needed to be fixed was getting done.
We went to see a couple of houses on Thursday the 25th, and decided on one and filled out our applications the next day. So that was one thing off the list. At least we would have somewhere to go.
I had to leave on Friday evening to go to Atlanta and help out my dad photographing a wedding. It went pretty well. I made it through part of the reception before everything was achy and I had to get off my feet. I left bright and early Sunday morning because I knew there was a mountain of work to be done at the house.
Let the packing games begin. All the packing. Monday (the 29th) I came over to the new rental house to vacuum and clean the bathrooms. If you know me well, you know I have a bit of a bathroom phobia. So cleaning the bathrooms included filling the tubs with water and bleach solution and leaving them to soak. After that, I went back to the other house. We had a ton of people helping pack and load and move things. All of those people deserve medals and a million dollars. Seriously. Also, while packing, one of our helpers noticed our weimaraner, Max, had a puffy ear. Excellent.
Tuesday I called the vet first thing. They scheduled us for a visit for Thursday the 1st. Then we had an OB appointment. It was an ultrasound so we took Colette with us, then had her nanny pick her up and take her to the local children’s museum to keep her out of the packing madness for the rest of the day. While we were out, we stopped by and picked up the new carseat for Rosalie and decided to drop it off at the rental to get it out of the way. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was the “drip…drip…drip…..” The kitchen floor was covered in water and the ceiling looked like someone was blowing bubbles in it. Perfect. Then I ran upstairs to check the tubs, and of course, one whole tub was empty.
We called the land lady. No answer. We cleaned up as much water as we could and put down some buckets in the drip spots. She did finally call us back and a plumber would be out later that day. It was taken care of much more quickly than I thought it would be and our crisis seemed to dissipate.
Packing and packing and moving and moving continued. My mom came down to help as well. I think everyone just about killed themselves trying to help. Luckily the people buying our house gave us all of our closing day to finish loading everything up.
Wednesday arrived and closing came and went. We met the new owners of our home, one of which had never even set foot on the property. Whaaat?! Well, alright then. After closing, we headed back to the house and finished our the last of everything. We took a few pictures and said goodbye to the house my husband grew up in. 30 years of memories. I pulled the flag up from the mailbox and cried the whole way back to the rental.
The rest of the night was rough too. The dogs were crazy, everything was a mess, and I was stressed out to the max.
And then there was Thursday. I can’t even believe it was five days ago. I was on my usual Thursday morning conference call. Cory was roaming around getting ready for work. My mom was working in the kitchen. Cory’s mom and her friend were working upstairs. Colette was hanging out with her nanny. The next thing I know, Cory comes though the door, pale as a ghost, hands covered in blood. Panic. Pants and shoes also covered in blood.
I won’t go into a lot of detail here for the internet, but it wasn’t a good injury. Screws from a cheap Walmart shelf were involved. We weren’t sure at first what to do. After I got a good look at the wound, I decided we, at the very least, needed to go to urgent care. So there we went. We got there and wanted to make sure they could even handle the situation.. a few minutes later they come out and basically say, “Nah, bro. Go to the ER.” So across the street we went. When we walked in, we were surprised to see that Cory’s mom’s man was already in the waiting room. (He was by far one of our biggest helpers and still continues to be.) Turns out his son had an issue that needed medical attention as well. One big happy family in the ER. Just kidding. No one was really happy. So they took Cory back and after a little while I left to pick some things up from Walmart. Someone finally came to his room and the next thing I know, Cory is calling me and telling me he has to have surgery. I checked out and headed right back to the hospital. We had to wait around another hour or so before the surgeon came by. He explained everything he was going to do and then Cory was sent back to get prepped. It wasn’t a terribly long wait after they took him into surgery, maybe a little over an hour. The surgeon came out to get me when Cory was in recovery and basically told me he was the luckiest man in town. However, as lucky as he was, he was still going to be in the hospital until AT LEAST Saturday. By that point, I’m pretty sure my brain was just mush. I was told to go home and take care of business, then I could come back and see him after he was out of recovery.
Shock continued. I still had to take Max to the vet. So I went home and did that. They gave me the last appointment of the day, so in the event Max needed surgery, he could just stay over night. I also opted to let him stay through the weekend to relieve some of the stress at home. (He had a large hematoma on his ear.. it had to be drained and stitched up with 6 millions stitches.)
From there I went back to the house and picked up Colette and went back to the hospital to see Cory. As terrible as the situation was, he was still able to have a sense of humor about it. I think without that humor we would have completely crumbled this last week.
My mom stayed til Saturday. She and Cory’s mom worked tirelessly putting things together and making the rental more livable. Saturday afternoon, Cory was finally released. We ordered pizza, watched football, and a movie with Colette. Sunday, it was my intention to not really do anything, but alas, I did try and get some of the things that were just lying around in the floor put away. I also put the pack n play together so Rosalie would actually have somewhere to sleep.
When I woke up on Monday, I felt like I had been riding the Gravitron for a long period of time. It mostly passed, but I felt pretty so-so the rest of the day. We went over to Cory’s mom’s for a lunch cookout. It was happy times. Cory’s wound discussions were fun.
And somehow, we’re now up to today. Cory went into work for an hour or so and I had my weekly OB appointment. The nurse always asks how I’m feeling when she comes to get me and my usual response is “Pretty Good!” Not the case this time. I was just very tired. We went through the usual routine, urine sample, blood pressure, weight. But when she took my blood pressure, she didn’t even tell me what my numbers were and that was a first (for the record, my number are generally on the low end). She asked me if I had been feeling okay because my BP was high, and I told her some nausea and I also told her a brief overview of the previous week. Kewl.
My doctor was pretty concerned about my blood pressure and since it was the week of my Group B Strep test, she also checked my cervix just to make sure nothing was going on down there. Of course I was already dilated about 2cm. She basically told me I needed to be resting and not doing anything. She asked if I worked outside the home, to which I responded ‘no’, and she said good, because even sitting in a chair really isn’t the same as laying in bed or on the couch. It didn’t really occur to me to mention that I actually work full time from home. At least my laptop is portable. After she checked me, she sent me back to have a blood culture to make sure there was nothing systemic causing me to dilate so soon. I go back on Thursday to be checked again.
Before I went to the doctor, my originally intention was to go to Home Depot and get a good coat rack for our winter coats that have no home and rent a carpet cleaner, then pick up Max from the vet. After my appointment, I decided to go get some good veggies and bread from The Fresh Market and have lunch. After lunch I called a carpet cleaning company and scheduled for them to come out next Monday. Then I still had to pick up Max. The good news is that the vet bill was about $300 less than expected. That’s where good news stops. When they brought him out I knew he was going to be anxious, but I clearly underestimated it. I couldn’t get him into or out of the car, he was constantly panting, and by the time we got home, he wasn’t responding to his name or commands. I knew a seizure was coming. He hasn’t had one since the day we brought Colette home. They’re very clearly stress related. It took an hour or so after we got home for it to happen. It lasted 1 minute and 58 seconds. It was awful. It took a few minutes, but he finally came to. He’s now resting on his bed in the kitchen.
And me? I’m thinking things can only get better from here. I’m not even totally sure I’ve processed everything that’s happened.
Colette starts school tomorrow. Our sweet little (almost) threenager. As stressful as everything has been, I’m glad she seemingly hasn’t been affected by it. We’ve had a little more sass than we’re used to, but we’ve also had a lot less sleep. I’m hoping to get back to some sort of normalcy now. (Just in time to have a baby and completely upend said normalcy.)