middle of the night emergency

and not for the pregnant woman.

last night, michael and i decided to move our living room around and change the furniture just a bit. with me being pregnant, michael moved everything himself, including our super heavy couch. we, of course, tried several different arrangements before we were finished. we finally got it all done and hit the sack about 30 mins later.

about an hour later i woke up to michael tossing and turning, moaning and groaning. i asked if he was okay and he said his chest was just hurting. he eventually got up and moved to the living room. about midnight, the bedroom door swings open and michael can hardly stand or breathe. i jumped up, threw on some clothes and we headed for the hospital. there are two emergency rooms about equal distances from us in opposite directions. we chose to head to the hospital where the baby will be born in san antonio...instead of boerne.

i'm driving and i'm trying to speed and not speed at the same time. michael is in a ton of pain and i'm worried he's having some sort of heart attack. i realized how tense and stressed i must have been when the baby starts knocking the inside of my body like crazy. i've never had him move like he was moving. i tired very hard to keep myself calm and relaxed, physically at least, for the remainder of the drive. we pull up to the hospital about 20 minutes later and walk into the emergency room where there isn't an open seat. this is when we realize we should have driven the other way. duh.

i explain to the nurse what's wrong and they pretty quickly take michael back for an ekg. we sit around for about 30 minutes and then they call him back to check his blood pressure and ask questions. the nurse asks if he had done anything strenuous or lifted anything heavy recently. uh...yes...that would be my fault. she said from the way he was describing his pain, it sounded like a muscle wall issue rather than a heart issue. michael was still in an insane amount of pain but i felt myself breathe a little easier.

an hour later, a chest x-ray. 45 mins after that we're taken into the actual emergency room to see a doctor. he see him about an hour after that. after really talking with michael, looking at the ekg and chest x-ray, and listening to his heart and lungs, he confirms that he believes it's been caused by the tearing or straining of the medial pec muscles. they are small muscles that can be easily inflamed and are incredibly painful. it makes it hard to do anything, especially breathe.

about 30 mins later, the nurse gives michael a steroid shot and 3 prescriptions and then they finally send us on our way. michael still couldn't breathe properly, much less move around or talk. i was starving from being awake so long so i stopped by whataburger to get a taquito. while pulling into the drive-in, i think i had a contraction. it hurt, i couldn't breathe and my stomach was hard as a rock. praise the lord, it didn't last too long and there were no reoccurring pains.

after giving michael 4 tylenol, sitting him up in bed against 3 pillows, praying over him and rubbing his head until he could relax a little, we were finally able to turn off the light and fall asleep. it was 5am.

we just woke up and michael feels much better. he can feel the tenderness in his chest and i can see a tiny wince every once in a while when he breathes in too deeply, but he's doing alright.

thank you, Jesus, for getting us through such a scary night.