FallingToFly
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Decided to happen again today. I tried to get out of bed and my stomach, from just under the breastbone down to pubic bone, spasmed so hard that I ended up on my knees, clawing at the floor and trying to get myself into the bathroom.
Managed to get there, and sat down. Big mistake. My back joined in the spasm, and I started that lovely light-headed passing out routine. My bathroom isn't big enough to pass out in safely, so I got myself down on the floor before I hurt myself even worse. Couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, and instead of the spasms backing off and then coming back, they just kept knotting up tighter.
The baby (whose birthday party I have to go set up shortly) heard me whimpering like a kicked puppy and came to investigate, so I sent him to get his daddy. Who was unconscious (he was up till almost 5, and this was about 7) and couldn't be reached. Bless a child who follows through, he came back, reported and said "Now what, Mommy?" So I got him to go get the phone. Tried calling my mother so she could come over and help, but she wasn't answering.
Between the baby and I, we managed to bang on the walls and call for help long enough to wake up my husband. I don't know what he thought when he came in to find me lying on the floor in my underwear, twisted up like a pretzel, covered in ice-cold sweat and faintly green. To his credit, he just got me into the tub and started the hot water. After about an hour of lying in scalding water, taking a hydrocodone (on an empty stomach, fun), and massive amounts of serious meditation, I managed to get out of the tub.
I still can't stand up straight, but I'm not passing out. The area from ribs to pelvis is still shooting sparks of pain through me, but I'm not dying anymore. And my baby patted me on the head while I was in the tub and told me I was a brave Mommy.
This is the second time in the last ten years that this has happened to me. As far as anyone can guess, it's the result of an ovarian cyst rupturing when I ovulate. I had three children, two without pain medicines, and one with pitocin, and I have never, ever had to deal with anything like that. It's one of those intense, grinding, nauseating pains that blind you to everything, and turn you into something primal with teeth and claws, and no understanding of civility.
Both times this happened, my children were present. The first time, my oldest panicked, had to be put in the water with me, and clung to me crying. He didn't understand why his mommy had dropped like a rock while walking into the bedroom, and he was scared. This time, my youngest was there, calm and chattering, studying me like some sort of new and interesting puzzle. He sat beside me until his father showed up, and then after that, he went and got me a glass of water and sat beside me some more. He petted my hair, and told me a story.
That was the worst pain I've ever been through, physically, and you know what? He made it okay. I'm so very thankful for that kid... for all of them, but today, for him especially.
Managed to get there, and sat down. Big mistake. My back joined in the spasm, and I started that lovely light-headed passing out routine. My bathroom isn't big enough to pass out in safely, so I got myself down on the floor before I hurt myself even worse. Couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, and instead of the spasms backing off and then coming back, they just kept knotting up tighter.
The baby (whose birthday party I have to go set up shortly) heard me whimpering like a kicked puppy and came to investigate, so I sent him to get his daddy. Who was unconscious (he was up till almost 5, and this was about 7) and couldn't be reached. Bless a child who follows through, he came back, reported and said "Now what, Mommy?" So I got him to go get the phone. Tried calling my mother so she could come over and help, but she wasn't answering.
Between the baby and I, we managed to bang on the walls and call for help long enough to wake up my husband. I don't know what he thought when he came in to find me lying on the floor in my underwear, twisted up like a pretzel, covered in ice-cold sweat and faintly green. To his credit, he just got me into the tub and started the hot water. After about an hour of lying in scalding water, taking a hydrocodone (on an empty stomach, fun), and massive amounts of serious meditation, I managed to get out of the tub.
I still can't stand up straight, but I'm not passing out. The area from ribs to pelvis is still shooting sparks of pain through me, but I'm not dying anymore. And my baby patted me on the head while I was in the tub and told me I was a brave Mommy.
This is the second time in the last ten years that this has happened to me. As far as anyone can guess, it's the result of an ovarian cyst rupturing when I ovulate. I had three children, two without pain medicines, and one with pitocin, and I have never, ever had to deal with anything like that. It's one of those intense, grinding, nauseating pains that blind you to everything, and turn you into something primal with teeth and claws, and no understanding of civility.
Both times this happened, my children were present. The first time, my oldest panicked, had to be put in the water with me, and clung to me crying. He didn't understand why his mommy had dropped like a rock while walking into the bedroom, and he was scared. This time, my youngest was there, calm and chattering, studying me like some sort of new and interesting puzzle. He sat beside me until his father showed up, and then after that, he went and got me a glass of water and sat beside me some more. He petted my hair, and told me a story.
That was the worst pain I've ever been through, physically, and you know what? He made it okay. I'm so very thankful for that kid... for all of them, but today, for him especially.
