So I could have literally been on an episode of House.
Or at least, that is how I felt during this time.
All I can say, is thank GOD for my mom. Without her help and magically being where we needed her to be at the right time. it would have been way harder and beyond stressful. More stressful than it already was.
Let's start with the shiver fits.
I thought they were semi normal because I had one with Parker. It was awful. I remember I sat in our leather recliner to feed Parker and my body went into shock. I had to give Parker to Thane because I was scared I was going to drop him I was shaking so bad. I crawled in bed, turned our electric blanket up on high, and cried because we had no idea what was going on. I'll never forget the look on Thane's face while he held Parker just staring at me...no idea what to do.
Luckily that one passed, and I didn't have any more.
Not so lucky this time. My shiver fits were way worse and way more common and would start for no reason. and if I got a slight chill...game over.
I walked around in tights, sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt, and my robe. Looking back, prooooobbaly should have gone to the doctor sooner. Maybe should have taken my temperature more? They got so bad that I could function but not without my body literally shaking as I made a bottle or my teeth chattering. I got lucky and about half the time they would happen when Thane was pulling in the driveway or someone was here.
It all came to a head when we got Parker's hair cut. Mom and I took the boys into town and we happened to pass Thane, who turned around and met us there.
I had been having some pain in my incision sight, on the left side, but nothing I couldn't handle and I thought it was normal because I was doing a little more than I probably should have. During the hair cut I wanted to stand next to P and help him out, but I had to sit down halfway through because I was too weak and didn't feel right.
We got home and I could barely get out of the car. I told mom and Thane I had to tap out. I turned the heat up and settled in on the couch with my heating blanket on high...and shivered so bad I was pretty much convulsing. I called to my mom and asked her to bring me a heavier blanket. She looked really confused and got me another one...and then I asked her to get me a thermometer. Clearly I wasn't right.
Yup. 103. or some crazy shit like that. Maybe even 104.
I called my doctor but since it was so close to their closing time, they told me to go to the ER. I sat up to get up...and could barely move. The pain that had been in my incision had now traveled up to the side of my stomach and it was awful. I'd like to say it was about the same level of pain as a contraction. I hobbled into Thane, who had fallen asleep in the chair, and asked him if he wanted to take me in or if my mom should.
He hopped up, we packed a bag, filled my mom in on how to ya know...feed my infant. It was so hard to leave knowing she hadn't fed him yet and he had this tongue thing going on that made it really hard to feed him. I barely made it to the car and we headed into the ER at like 4:30pm.
I swear Thane hit every bump on the way to the hospital. I just squeezed my eyes shut and tried to survive. We got to the ER, I could barely walk. They had to actually get me a wheel chair to get from the intake room to my exam room..which was like 20 feet away. I'm pretty sure if we had waited about 30 more minutes to do something I would have had to call an ambulance. It was that bad.
So, got admitted and so started the longest afternoon into night of my life. We were there from 4:30 to midnight.
I had a doctor or 2 come in and both were puzzled. Usually when you have an infection in your incision area, its the whole thing...not just one side...and the pain doesn't travel up. I got a lot of "huh"s.
I ended up getting a CT Scan because they didn't know if it was a normal infection, a gigantic blood clot, or an abscess. Have you ever had a CT Scan? They make you drink some awful drink that they throw in some Crystal Light to mask the flavor..and it is SO bad. Within like 10 minutes your stomach is gurgling and you're worried you're going to pull a Bridesmaids moment. Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Headed up for the CT Scan...and started crying. I tried to keep it together, but my God it was stressful and scary. I wanted to be home with my babies. I wanted to be the one feeding Jensen his bottle. I wanted to know what the hell was wrong with me. I wanted to not be in pain. I wanted to not convulse. I wanted to know what the hell a CT Scan was.
I made it through the CT Scan. The person who was helping me was amazing. Put me at ease and was as sweet as can be. I was so thankful. After the scan we headed back to my room and got some more "huh"s and was put on some more IVs.
Finally around 11:30, they came in and told me its just an infection, put me on some antibiotics and started discharge papers.
I could walk much better when I left, but I still opted for the wheelchair, and we both headed home exhausted.
Flash forward a week and a half..still having shiver fits but I could walk again. During one shiver fit I powered up my heated blanket and put it on my legs while I waited for it to pass. When it passed I was sweating. This had been going on a few times. Freezing...sweating...freezing..sweating. It was my new norm. Took my temp. 101. Then again 99. Then 103. Ugh.
I went to take a shower..took off my long sleeve shirt...........had a rash.
I called my mom just exasperated. Just done. Wtf...was it from my blanket?
I called my doctor and let them know what was going on. Since I had an appointment the next morning at 8am they told me to sit tight unless it got worse.
Ya, it got worse.