I told a couple people that I was leaving church to go over to the ER to have my pain checked out. I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want them to worry about me. But Danny and I decided it would be better for just him and Ham to take me to the ER and he'd be back for the three older kids. That's why we had to tell someone- so they wouldn't think we abandoned our 7, 5, and 3 year old.
Danny and Hammie dropped me off at the ER and headed back to church. I told him I'd call him when I was done. (ER visits seemed to be at least three hours on average for us.) I was slightly nervous. Last time I went to the ER during pregnancy they told me I was miscarrying and that they couldn't even see a baby (during the ultrasound).
I checked in with the triage desk at the ER. Then I sat in the lobby waiting my turn. Then the nurse called me back. She took my vitals, asked why I was there, asked what number pregnancy this was and how many live births, commented I was going to be busy with five kids, told me her life story (because that's what people do- and it was very interesting by the way), asked me to describe my pain and then rate it on a scale of 1-10. I felt like it was a 6.5 to 7. She wrote 7. Then she sent me back to the lobby.
Forty minutes later I came back to the desk and asked if there was a bed I could rest on because I was crampy and uncomfortable. That's when the nurse said, "Yes we actually just got one ready. Come this way."
She took me to the room and handed me a gown and said she'd return with a warm blanket. When she returned to my room with the warm blanket she told me to change into the gown and that the doctor would be in soon. While I was changing a nurse knocked and opened the door within a split-second of the knock. I covered myself as best as I could with gown and she apologized for not waiting longer after the knock. I was embarrassed and rushed to finish changing.
I called my friend Trish on the phone right after changing. The doctor entered the room without a knock and I quickly closed my gown over my rear-end (which luckily fit). I tried to modestly climb onto the bed and cover myself with the blanket.
The doctor asked me the same questions: why was I there, what number pregnancy, how many live births, and my pain level. He said, "Wow, I only have three kids and that's plenty of work." And of course you know what my reply was. He told me he'd get some Zofran for the nausea and something stronger than Tylenol for the pain- but assured me it would be safe for the baby. I declined the Zofran. I told him I only experienced nausea when my pain was really bad- but the nausea wasn't bad at all.
The doctor said he'd have someone get an IV started for me and also an ultrasound was on the way.
to be continued . . .
The Triplets Story part 1: The pregnancy tests
The Triplets Story part 2: Unexplained pains