Well, we have had quite an eventful and emotional last 24 hours.
About 2:30 yesterday afternoon I started having severe stomach pains, bad enough that Josh and I decided we needed to call the doctor to see what they thought we needed to do. Josh was told to call an ambulance if I couldn't move or get me to the ER. I definitely didn't want to have to call an ambulance so Josh got all three of us dressed and in the car and we headed to the closest ER. The pain wasn't any better when we got there and I could barely walk. Once we got checked in and the doctor checked me out she wanted to do a CT Scan to see if it was my appendix, but ideally they needed to use an injectible dye contrast to get the best results, but I wouldn't be able to breastfeed and would have to pump and dump the milk for 24 hours, which I really wanted to avoid. She figured out something else for me to do, drink the dye, which would be fine for my milk, but would take a lot longer to get into my system and get the scan. Josh and I decided this would be a better option to try first even though it could have resulted in having to do the other one anyways.
In the mean time, we had called my mom to come get Jake and take him back to our house. She came and asked Josh if he wanted to stay with me or take Jake home himself. Josh (and I) had a tough time with this decision. Neither of us wanted to leave him and at this point we were assuming I was staying overnight and we definitely were not prepared to leave him overnight. Somehow it was decided that Josh would stay with me and Jake would go home with my mom and she would stay for the night if she needed to.
It took FOREVER for the CT Scan results to come back and longer for the doctor to come in and tell me what was going on (although Josh was told when he went out to ask if I could have some water). I got a pump from the hospital so I could pump so Jake would have some food and I pumped while we waited for the results to come back. When the doctor finally came in and told me (although by this point Josh had already told me what was going on) that I had appendicitis and was going to have surgery in the morning. At this point (for the third time since we had been there) I started bawling again. Not as much because I was having to have surgery, but because I just wanted to come home and be with Jake and I was upset that I would have to be dumping breastmilk for at least 36 hours which meant that Jake would be getting formula all day today and tonight. I didn't have enough stored up to feed him for that long.
They let me pump one more time before giving me an antibiotic that wasn't safe for breastfeeding. We waited for a while for a room, but neither Josh nor I had eaten in a long time so he was going to go home and get us food, take the breastmilk home for Jake, and get us some clothes. We finally got settled in a room about 10:30pm. At that point Josh and I were both upset again that we had to leave Jake for the night (I tried to talk him into staying at home with him, but he wanted to be at the hospital too). We found out I would be going in for surgery at about 10am the next morning. So we got some sleep, but I was up pumping every 3 hours and sadly watching it all go down the sink each time. And I was still in pain so everytime I pumped I took more morphine, which never helped for more than 2 or so hours.
This morning the surgeon came in and told us how he would be doing the surgery (laprascopiclly) and he said I should be able to go home this afternoon. This made both Josh and I feel a great deal better because we had been told the night before that there was a possibility that they would keep me another night. So a little after 10 this morning they took me in for surgery. It took less than 30 minutes (according to Josh) and everything went great. I woke up crying in recovery and the nurses thought I was in a lot of pain until I told them I just wanted to go home and see my baby boy. Then they understood why I was crying so much, especially after I explained that he was only 6 days old.
I finally got back to my room and asked what I needed to do to get home. They said I had to be able to walk on my own, keep solid food down, and pee. So I asked for food and water and started drinking and eating. Then got up and walked to the bathroom by myself (well Josh supervised) and peed. After I let the nurse know she started getting stuff ready for us to leave. We left there about 3pm, a LONG 23 hours after we got there.
I don't think I have ever been so happy to be home. And to hold my baby for the first time in over 24 hours. We took a nap together for a little while and my mom got dinner ready for me and Josh. I don't know what we would have done without her here to help us. Jake was well taken care of while we had to be gone. But I think he will be completely spoiled for a few days as Josh and I take every chance we get to hold and cuddle him (my mom had to pry him out of my arms earlier).
So, again, we are home. And even more thrilled than before to cuddle with our little monkey boy.