Seriously?

Guess where we were today? Take one guess. Go ahead, I'll give you a minute...


Well if you guessed the emergency room, then you guessed correctly.
 I woke up this morning feeling awful. Elephant on my chest, coughing so hard, wheezing. Felt like I hadn't taken any medicine whatsoever. So I just knew it was probably ER time. My primary doctor was out of the office today and both he and my OB had said if I wasn't feeling better in a few days that I should go to the ER. I called the OB's office as soon as they opened and asked them their opinion on going to the ER. They said yes, if I was having that much trouble with my breathing I should head to the ER. Not in a few hours, but as in right now. So of course I start panicking because my husband had already left for work and the weather was a little too bad for me to drive my car. Our plan before the ER situation was he was going to try and get out early and come and get me and we'd go to the dr or ER. But when the OB said go now, I started panicking. Luckily my mother thought of calling my brother who was home and he came and got me.

What sucked is instead of going to a closer hospital (as I had asked) the OB's office wanted me to go up to a hospital way out of our way. Because if the doctor needed to come there for some reason if the baby was in trouble. I will tell you however that I WILL NEVER go back to that hospital's ER. There was really only one really nice person who helped us out when we got there because we looked lost. She got me a wheelchair and personally took us to the ER. But other than that, the nurses weren't all that great and the doctor was HORRIBLE. He was so rude and had no bedside manner. My husband I and were still trying to ask questions and he was like walking out the door! I couldn't believe it. It may just be hormones, but I am seriously considering writing a letter. And there was one single bathroom for like every 6-7 rooms and it was absolutely disgusting. Like something you'd see in Penn Station in NYC.

Anyways, they did a lot of stuff to me. Gave me an IV, took blood, took blood also from an artery (which REALLY sucked btw), they gave me magnesium something in my IV to help my lungs, gave me two different neb treatments, and more steroids through my IV. My heart was going pretty fast so they monitored that. They also checked the baby's hb which was about 147. So I guess they did what they could to help, but the crazy thing is, is that I left there feeling about the same as I did when I got there....

The doctor sent me home with a new dual/neb medicine for my nebulizer that I'm supposed to do every six hours. My main concern leaving the hospital was my coughing. Because I believe that's the main reason I'm having such problems breathing. If I could just somehow take something to control the cough, I really think my breathing would be better. Today was my last antibiotic and tomorrow is my last steroid pill. So I should be feeling much better by now, but I'm not.

When we got home my husband went and picked up my prescription and got me a few bags of Halls. I immediately put one in my mouth and it was like a miracle drug! My cough right away backed off!! I was so excited and we were both joking how we just spent a couple hundred dollars on hospital visits and prescriptions and a $2.00 bag of Halls seems to be helping more than any of the meds! However, my husband googled if it was okay for pregnancy and it got mixed reviews. So we called the OB. Yes, we are probably the crazy couple to my OB because over the last month we have called a million times. The OB just said it was fine but to use sparingly. So I'm trying to hold out for another one until I really need it.

I'm just so tired of my sickness drama. I just want to feel better and stop coughing and be able to breathe again! I've been kind of sad because I feel like I haven't been able to really focus on Samantha and love her and connect with her lately. With all the medicine guilt and me feeling so crappy, I feel like I'm neglecting her or something :( I love her so much already and I just pray she is okay in there.

I did get a comment from one of the nurses who was hooking up my heart monitor. She was looking at my belly and said "You're 6 1/2 months??! Your belly looks so small." Now she may have meant this as some sort of compliment but my first reaction was sadness. Because I thought how Samantha is measuring so small. Although, I actually think I have a pretty big belly to be honest. So I don't know what she really meant by that...

I just want to thank everyone for their love and prayers :) You may have noticed I changed my baby ticker to a "little peanut." Thinking positive thoughts....

Tomorrow I plan to just lay low and hopefully I'll feel like a new woman...