Because I don’t already have enough to worry about…

May 20, 2009

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On Monday, while I was at work, I started having trouble breathing. My upper stomach and back felt very constricted and I just couldn’t get a deep breath. Naturally, I assumed I was having a panic attack since I’ve been known to have these from time to time. It makes perfect sense: I’ve recently returned to work after having a baby, I’m exhausted from getting up so early each day and I feel guilty that I’m leaving Elyana every morning. Diagnosis: panic attack! I started kind of freaking out. Texts and phone calls were exchanged between Collin and me. He encouraged me to relax and breathe and think of our cute baby girl, and saying lots of wonderful things husbands say to calm their crazy wives down. The only problem is that none of it helped. The pain in my stomach kept getting worse and then I could barely walk. I mumbled something to my boss about having to leave right away since I couldn’t breathe.

I headed out to pick up Elyana, and I’m sure other Southern California drivers were ecstatic about sharing the road with me! I knew that as soon as I saw Elyana, my panic would dissipate and all would be well again. That didn’t happen. As soon as I saw her and Sara (WBB), I burst into tears, going on about not being able to breathe and rambling about being exhausted. On my way home, my breathing became easier and I assumed I had endured the worst of the attack. I met Collin at the grocery store so we could grab a few things before going home to watch Dancing with the Stars.

We were home for about 10 minutes when I started to vomit violently. Collin and I thought the panic attack was back, so he told me to lay down and cuddle with Elyana. Only problem is that I could barely move because the pain in my stomach and back was excruciating. After about a half hour of groaning and puking, I told Collin that he needed to take me to the hospital. Even if it was a panic attack, I decided that I needed to be drugged up. On the way, we called my mom to meet us there and help with Elyana. I knew I would want Collin in the room with me, but we didn’t want Elyana there too, being around all the germs and crazy panic attack victims. Also on the way, I made Collin pull over so I could throw up some more. Let me tell you how terrifying it is to be on the side of the 5 Freeway with cars whizzing by while you’re puking your guts out. Oh, I should also mention that I peed my pants while all this was going on. If you’ve had a baby, you know that anything forceful (laughter, cough, sneeze and/or vomit can suddenly induce urination). This was not my finest moment by a long shot.

So, Pee-Pee Pants Kyla entered the ER with visions of Xanax dancing in her head. I kept telling Collin, “Something’s wrong with me”. He assumed that I was being overly dramatic, and I have no idea where he would get that idea. The doctor finally came in and as he started to remove my blankets, he said, “So, I see that you’ve recently had a baby”. Immediately, I turned bright red and said, “Oh my gosh, can you tell that just by looking at the stretch marks on my stomach, that is so embarrassing!” Turns out he hadn’t even looked at my stomach; he just got done reading my chart. Again, not my finest moment!

After some poking and prodding he announced that I most likely have Gall Stones. GALL STONES!!! They sent me off for an ultrasound and confirmed that I do in fact have Gall Stones. Thankfully, my Gall Bladder is not infected so they didn’t need to do emergency surgery. The doctor told me though, that I do need to have my Gall Bladder removed soon as the pain will continue to come and go. I stopped feeling like such a baby when the doctor said that a lot of women think Gall Stones are more painful than childbirth.

So, we went on our merry way with pain killers that I can take while breastfeeding and an appointment to follow up with a surgeon in June.

This really isn’t how I was hoping my Monday would end. It could have been worse though. I could have pooped my pants as well. Thank God that didn’t happen!

The good news is that I’m still nauseous and I’ve lost my appetite. Maybe now I can actually lose some of this baby weight!


Posted by KyPo | Filed Under Blog 

Comments

2 Responses to “Because I don’t already have enough to worry about…”

  1. Donna on May 24th, 2009 11:01 pm

    OH Kyla! I am sorry to hear about this terrible experience. I love the way you tell the story though…had me on the edge of my seat the entire time. I am praying you feel better. Keep me posted on things and when your surgery will be. Please let us know if you need anything! Love you! D

  2. corrie on May 26th, 2009 4:13 pm

    You poor thing! I am sooooo sorry this happened to you :( I will keep you in my prayers. Your honesty is welcome and refreshing…

    We love you!
    Corrie

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