Just a Little Adventure

What happens when you have the next 2 weeks all planned out?  Something is guaranteed to happen that will shoot those plans to you-know-where is what.

Starting last Friday, we had things planned out where we had help coming and going to assist in finishing projects, get things ready for the babies, etc. And then, reinforcements are arriving in the form of L's 19 year old niece who is staying for the entire month of July (unless she runs away after realizing what she has really agreed to).  So, all we had to do was make it 2 weeks and coast would be clear - there would be an extra body in the house in case anything happened, everything we needed to have finished would be done, I would have help with the kids, if I went into labor someone we had childcare covered, etc. Perfect!

In the meantime, my step-dad was coming up to help us finish the basement bathroom we are putting in to make L's niece's stay more comfortable.  And after that, my dad, step-mom, and sister and her family are arriving to celebrate the 4th of July holiday with us.  Perfect!

Then came Friday evening, a first time taking of a pill to slow some "practice" contractions I was having, a lovely meal prepared by my step-dad, followed by sharp uncomfortable pain, the shakes, and an overall feeling of "just not right".  Which then led to a shuttling of the kids to the neighbors, a quick trip to the ER, and hospital captivity that hasn't ended yet.

Long story short, no one is quite sure what is going on with me.  In fact, I was really close to being able to go back home Friday night after babies looked good on the monitor and I seemed to be doing better.  Better until I yakked up my entire dinner in the triage area of the Labor and Delivery Department - apparently that's a sign something ain't kosher.

So, after a long night of being admitted to the hospital, having blood drawn, liver enzyme count that apparently was through the roof, a never-ending ultrasound at 1 am looking at both babies and my internal organs by a tech that was less than enthusiastic about being woken up to come in and scan my parts, and an evening of no sleep, I am still here.  It is Sunday, and the earliest I can escape this joint, if ever, until babies come, is tomorrow morning.

You know what they say about best laid plans, right?

There are/were several theories but no definite answers about what is going on with me.

1 - I passed a gall stone
2 - Very rare reaction to the medication I took Friday night
3 - I have some scary liver issues that I could die from (theory eliminated and no longer a worry)
4 - I am in early stages of pre-eclampsia
5 - Who knows - I am just a complete freak

So, I am here while they run more tests including collecting lots of blood, monitoring the babies and contractions every 6 hours, 2 ultrasounds, and saving my liquid, ahem, "output" for the next 24 hours to test it. 

Worst part is I feel fine.  And I feel guilty. And I know there is laundry to do, and the babies' room isn't finished yet, and the floors are dirty, and we are out of milk, and L and my step-dad aren't getting to work as much on the basement as they need to, and I haven't vacuumed for a week, and we told K we would take him to CARS 2, and on and on and on.....

Best laid plans.......