I’m popping in to say Hi. Another one of those random update days (plus some things you might not want to know), unfortunately. That’s all I can muster on 4-5 hours of sleep. I stayed up last night to play Mrs. Pacman, Quest for the Golden Maze and went to bed around midnight… about an hour after my last antibiotic pill that the OBGYN gave me for a bladder infection she discovered last week on my first visit. When I get Mrs. Pacman out (which is about once a year), I can’t just ‘play’. I must WIN. So I put it in at 10pm and beat the game by midnight. That was my first mistake.
I had no idea that I would awake at nearly 4AM in pain. You just can’t plan for these things. So it pays to listen to your mama and get to bed at a regular time – just in case you have to make a midnight trip to the ER.
When I woke up, I really had to pee. Being pregnant keeps me chained to the restroom – and it seems like the water goes straight from the cup I’m drinking it from into FULL ALERT mode down south. I have only a brief moment between cup and toilet. Which makes sleeping a chore. I’m sure you pregnant women out there can relate. Or at least I hope you can.
So when I say that I drank a glass of milk before bed and had a few sips of water… that equals about 1200 ccs of liquid (because we all know that you pee much more than you drink when you are pregnant). The nurse told me later that by 300, you feel like you need to go… and by 500 you are screaming for people to stop the car. Imagine how poor Sprittibee felt at 1200? I really needed to go when I woke up. And my body wasn’t cooperating. I couldn’t pee.
I tried running water.
I tried the shower.
I tried a hot bath.
And finally, after prayer and consultation with mom (who had gone to bed at 3:30am and been woken at 4am), I called the ER and told them the situation. Of course, they told me to come on in. What else do you do when you just can’t go?
I know EXACTLY how many stoplights are on the way from my driveway to the nearest hospital now. And let me tell you – if my bladder hurt that bad, I’m SO BEING PUT OUT when this baby comes (I heart anesthesiologists)! It seems that pain gets worse as you get older and things aren’t as perky. Trust me, you 20-something mammas out there – one day you’ll find out. We aren’t just whiny old people.
I told the nurse that gave me the catheter that she was my best friend. I’m considering writing her a love letter, too. I’m forever in her debt.
They said that it probably wasn’t a side effect of the antibiotic that I took for the bladder infection. So what was it then? And they also said I don’t have an infection any more. Good to know. Good to know. But that was the most expensive restroom visit and pee test I’ve had since I delivered my last baby 9.something years ago… and I’m not EVER taking that antibiotic again!
Sorry for the disgusting TMI in here today… but I figured I should keep a record of these strange bodily function errors in case I ever need a reminder of why I should be thankful. Normal bladder function is such a wonderful thing… that I certainly took for granted. So if all else is falling apart on you today – be glad that you can pee.