Sleepover for kidney stones

(The order of these posts kind of got messed up... read this before the Negative test results post)

Late late Thursday night: So, I'm in kind of a private triage room in labor and delivery. The tears have come and gone, I'm on an IV drip to keep me hydrated as well as some nice strong lovely great amazing drugs, this one was called Dilaudid. Dilaudid, ode to thee I love you. My lifesaver. What a funny feeling it was about five seconds after it got put into the IV drip... you feel it float to your head and all of a sudden you're on a boat rocking in some waves. Some people probably don't like the feeling of it but for me it was a welcome relief. The 'rocking' feeling subsided quickly and suddenly my pain was gone, or nearly gone. Gone enough that I could smile (see earlier picture) and see some relief in Adam's face too.

At some point amid the rocking the resident doctor came in, this was a nice female (NOT the same guy from earlier who sent me home with round ligament pain, pffff). She discussed several options of what to do next and what might be going on. She seemed to feel strongly that this was a kidney stone as I had some not-visible-to-the-human-eye blood in my urine from earlier. WAIT what? Like from today earlier? She wasn't sure which urine sample as I had done a second one when I arrived that evening.

Next step to confirm or deny kidney stones was a renal ultrasound, but as it was now after midnight the renal ultrasound person was gone for the evening. This meant I got to stay overnight. THANK GOD please don't send me home lady. This was maybe when I broke down in tears again begging this poor woman doctor to not send me home. Don't EVER send me home again until we know what's going on. She reassured me that we would figure this out, and she also kindly informed us they would move us to a more comfortable room with a couch for Adam. This room had a nice-looking comfy recliner that I'm sure would have done him justice, but OK let's move.

In comes a wheelchair and I went for a foggy ride to another unit where they keep high risk mommas who are either in the hospital to be on bed rest/prevent early delivery or high risk mommas who have just delivered (this was evident by the occasional screaming baby we heard to which I would say "someone feed that baby!" like I'm the pro. Ha. We'll see).

We're wheeled into our nice little room with an actually quite comfortable hospital bed that I somewhat miss for it's adjusting capabilities but lo and behold there is no couch. Just an uncomfortable looking black spaceship-like office chair with a small stool. What? Well... I'll just pass out in my drug-induced coma. Until tomorrow.