When Life Hands you Lemons... Sometimes they're just sour.

It has been a rough 7 days in our house. It started when Joey got his thumb smashed in the trailer door, and him being rushed to urgent care, screaming uncontrollably the whole way. Upon arrival the nurses took him right back, and after an hour of ice and cleaning it was determined he was OK and didnt need stitches. (He could still lose the nail, though.) Tuesday morning Gideon woke up grumpy, clinging, and complaining of ears hurting. Since we haven't yet gotten established at a pediatricians office, it was off to urgent care again, then waiting for an hour in Walmart at naptime waiting for the prescription to be filled. Wednesday, Gideon broke Joeys glasses, and by the end of the day my tailbone was sore and it hurt to sit. By the middle of the night, it was painful and sleep was impossible. Thursday I spent on the couch taking as much Tylenol as I was allowed and still in pain, with two boys running crazy watching to much tv. Friday morning it was my turn for urgent care, sure enough there was a giant grapefruit sized hot red swollen area right around my tailbone. Sure enough, infection. My super amazing hubby stayed home from work to help take care of the kids, missing out on some important things. I also had my first prenatal appointment for baby #3, good to get established, but holy cow so much pain! Saturday spent on the couch... Again, with dishes and laundry and simple mess piling up around me. Saturday evening it looked worse, so back to urgent care we went. Yup, worse, give it another day. Sunday no change, I have been "sleeping" on the couch since Wednesday, dozing for an hour here and there between Tylenol doses and heating hot packs. Zach brought me breakfast in bed and we braved going out for a late lunch(in my sweats cuz it still hurts like hell and no other pants will work). This morning, still painful. No better, so off to urgent care again. My hubby loves me so much, he stayed home again to help with the boys. And me.:) Finally the dr tells me, it needs to be cut. So she gets a second opinion, and they send me straight to a surgeon in a town 15 minutes away. After sitting and waiting, and standing and waiting, they take me back and after checking it out, start cutting. Novocain is all you get by the way. Which does nothing. At all. It might numb the pus, but really, does that have feelings? When they were done, and the showed me the gunk they got out(supergross), they let me lay there for 30 min to help the bleeding stop. It hurt. A lot. At least as much or more than labor. There's a hoe in my tailbone that is on fire. The dr asked if. Wanted codeine. Heck yes I thot to myself. Can. Take that while pregnant my stupid still functioning mind made me ask. Oh no he said. Take some Tylenol when you get home. You should probably lay down on the way if you can. Great. So there I am sobbing my eyes out with a hole on burning fire in my back. Finally the nurse says I can go, so I very slowly stumble out to the parking lot to find my hubby and my boys who have gone outside to burn off the doughnuts they ate for lunch. Stillsobbing, I might add. A poor guy in a pickup stopped and asked if I needed help.:) Now that I thin about how sorry I looked it's hilarious to think about.:) climbed into the back of the car and laid on my side, started to feel better about the last corner. Now it feels awesome, I can move, I all sleep tonight, and my dishes are done. So that was my week. Why? I don't know. I sure didnt make time to read or pray a whole lot, but God knows.and maybe someday, I will learn to like lemons just for themselves too.:)