I had a UTI from labor and delivery. Well, I admit I have not been taking care of myself at all because I have been 100% focused on Isabelle, and it got progressively worse and worse and spread to my kidneys. On Wednesday I got a 104 fever, and stupidly hoped for the best. Well by Thursday, I had not urinated in 36 hours, was dizzy, could not even stand and the fever kept fluctuating greatly (within minutes it would shift as much as 4 degrees and I'd go from freezing cold and shivering to sweating through three layers of sweatshirts with minutes). It was horrible. I was rushed to the ER, they pumped me with fluids, ran a ton of tests, and diagnosed the kidney infection. Fortunately, it was treatable by medication, but it was a horrible few days and I'm just starting to feel better this morning.
Here is the worst part. I called my mom on THursday night telling her what happened and telling her I needed her help on FRiday (she has off work on Fridays and promised to take care of Isabelle every Friday, since Isabelle was born she has visited every Friday and helped out). I spoke with her on Friday morning at 7AM reiterating how much I needed her help and she said she could not come over because she was afraid to drive because it was raining. She only lives a half hour away but she acts like its the other side of the planet. The worst part is she left me a voicemail an hour later, by then the rain stopped and it did not rain at all the rest of the day. The kicker is that apparantly she was not afraid to drive to Target that day (she left me a voicemail that she got in a fender bender in the parking lot), but she could not drive to help her daughter.
So, my husband runs a business from home (and teaches in the evenings). The poor guy halted his business, cancelled his classes and dealt with a crying baby all day Wednesday and Thursday (for some reason Isabelle did not want her dad) and went to the ER with me on Thursday. On Thursday night so I could rest he stayed up all night with Isabelle and did not go to bed until 6AM on FRiday. We had planned for my mom to come over that day. So when my mom told me she could not come over, she told me to just have Ray take care of Isabelle. Well, the poor guy had to get up after barely 2 hours of sleep and take care of the baby again. He was a walking zombie, barely functioning, and really was having a hard time with the crying. And he was way behind with work.
And I spend all day Friday in bed, in pain, unable to urinate still, dealing with a high fever, a migrane headache which was a side effect of the medication. On top of it, my heart was broken to hear my baby scream all day, my husband frustrated, and I was helpless to do anything to fix it.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Moral of the story, ladies, is to take care of yourself PP!!!!!!
Re: Worst week ever...
I am so sorry. That is horrible. I had a UTI when they induced me and it only got worse...tested positive for MRSA.
I hope you are recovering
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Okay, the nurse in me has to tell you: DON'T EVER IGNORE something like that!!! I was so scared reading your story...the outcome could have easily been so much different!!
Now...bless your heart!! I hope you are feeling tons better very soon. Get plenty of fluids, lots of rest, and finish taking your antibiotic even if you start feeling better...
(((((((((((((Heather))))))))))))
"When it comes to sleeping, whatever your baby does is normal. If one thing has damaged parents enjoyment of their babies, it's rigid expectations about how and when the baby should sleep." ~ James McKenna, Ph.D., Mother Baby Behavioral Sleep Center, University of Notre Dame