The Journey of Bed Rest

*So the last post started Kaylah's story. I will do my best to continue and remember the events as they happened.

We left Barnes - St. Peters on Sunday night under strict orders for Kaylah to be on bed rest until she could visit her primary. If only she could have followed those orders, but no her body decided it was going to make her sick!

April 21, 2008

Today was supposed to be a typical day of work, and then coming home to take care of Kaylah - who was supposed to be in bed. It started out that way but unfortunately it did not end that way. I came home around 1 o'clock, walked in the door and found Kaylah passed out in the middle of the floor, not knowing how long she had been there. I was finally able to rouse her and asked her if she knew what happened and why she was in the floor. Come to find out she was in so much pain that she literally passed out. So I did what any person would do, I scooped her up and back to the hospital we go.

This time I take her to Missouri Baptist becasue that is the hospital her doctor is based out of. We arrive there, and the place is packed. There was literally no where for me to sit and I had to fight a lady for a wheel chair. While we were waiting I called our second set of mothers (those who take care of us while mom is in Africa) and inform them what is going on. We are still waiting to be seen by the triage doctor, and by this time Kaylah is rocking back and forth in pain. All of a sudden I hear someone asking for us and I look up to see Mama Howell. Thank goodness for a familiar face, even if she was upset. She looked at Kaylah for a split second, turned around and began to speak Spanish to the girl behind the desk. Poor thing did not know what hit her. Needless to say we were next in line to see the triage doctor. As we were coming out of triage to wait for our turn in for an actual bed, in walks Sis Rodenbush - another familiar face. She sat with Kaylah and I, along with Mama Howell.

By this time a good 4 hours has gone by and still no bed. So finally they take us back to a lounge that Kaylah could at least sit in a recliner to go to sleep (they gave her pain meds in triage). While I was sitting there trying to explain to everyone gathered what was going to happen, in walks Granny & Grampy Burk, and I start explaining all over again. During this time they take Kaylah back for an ultra sound and I stay behind to eat. Mama Howell went and bought me some lunch and dinner all combined into one. As I was eating this meal, I did not realize that this would be the first of many lunches and dinners in the hospital. I must say they make mean waffles!!!!

Once Kaylah came back from the ultra sound, they had a bed ready for her. We still haven't seen a real doctor yet, only nurses who think we are crazy. Everyone finally left and it was just Kaylah and I. Bless her heart she was so worn out already and the battle was just beginning. At last the doctor came in and said that the ultra sound showed a ruptured cyst and that her body would absorb the fluid. While we were speaking with the doctor, she asked for more pain medicine. They were gracious enough to give her another small dose of morphine. Almost instantly we discovered that Kaylah is highly alergic to this pain medicine. Her arms from her wrists to her shoulders looked like a toddler had drawn on her arms with bright a bright red sharpie!!! Needless to say things were hopping and popping around that ER - doctors and nurses came running. Finally it was under control and at least we had some answers, and it wasn't as bad as we thought - at least for today. They sent her home at around midnight - we had only been there for eleven hours. Once again she was under strict orders to be on strict flat of her back bed rest, and to see her primary ASAP.