We've had lots of baby showers. None for me. So lots of homemade baby gifts. :)
Marshall and I have been working away in the garage as much as we can. We scored some amazing deals on great pieces of furniture over the last few months. Unfortunately they're not so easy to sell over the internet, but we are looking forward to our next big venture!
We moved into a store this week! We went back and forth about this decision for a while, but with the lack of sales and advertising we needed something! Nostalgia is located in downtown Statesboro and, although only open maybe 2 months??, are booming and becoming the happening home furnishing store. We get so excited when the owners post pics on Facebook of our pieces and love the responses from people!!
Marshall celebrated his 31st birthday in May. And he asked for a very expensive gift..
An appendectomy. And he stole my Mother's Day thunder. He always does that. He just had to be born on Mother's Day, too.
He was complaining about stomach pains the Saturday evening before Mother's Day. I feel horrible now because I kept telling him he just needed to poot. I was working his legs back and forth, since it works for babies! He was doing yoga poses on the floor. I eventually got tired of it and gave him a heating pad.
His dad offered to take him to the ER around midnight. After nothing eased the pain and he vomited, off they went. I was aggravated at this point. Not only were we paying off my multi-thousand dollar surgery from January, we'd be forking out a lot for his little ER visit.
After they left I went to bed, and Marshall texted updates briefly. I might have slept about 30 minutes when I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Marshall's mom and I texted back and forth. She couldn't sleep either. Shortly after 2am, I was getting anxious. I hadn't heard anything from Marshall. His dad said they were waiting for some results. Marshall's mom came over to stay with Hartley and I headed to town to relieve his dad from ER duty. He stayed awhile and updated me on what was going on. Marshall had been given pain meds and phenergan. CT scan showed appendicitis, blood work revealed it wasn't infected. (I think this is all what happened, by now it was 3am)
Marshall's dad went home and we went from the ER over to the pediatric wing while we awaited surgery. Marshall slept the whole time. I didn't at all. My mind was consumed with figuring how Sunday would work, especially with Hartley. Nurses would come in every hour, I think, checking his vitals. They asked about his medical history, etc. He would stir every now and then, helping me answer the questions about previous surgeries. I felt like a horrible wife, not knowing what or how to answer the questions. He's the doctor and the one that knows everything.
I watched the sun come up that morning.
He was prepared for surgery right before 9am. I helped him to the bathroom and put his sexy gown on (he didn't let me take a picture). It was a slow Sunday in the hospital and the anesthetist let me go back with them while they gave him the good drugs. I wasn't sure what he would remember since he was out of it after the phenergan. He says he remembered me reaching for his hand and holding it while the anesthetist administered the meds. I'm glad he remembered that, because at that point I didn't know what to do except comfort him.
Over 12 hours had elapsed since I had anything to eat. I was hungry but anxious. That's never a good combination for me! Marshall's dad arrived back at the hospital as I emerged from anesthesia. He sent me to get myself some breakfast while he waited in the lobby.
Surgery was brief. Waking up from anesthesia took forever, though. After we talked to the surgeon we waited at least 30-45 minutes for someone to come get us so we could see Marshall. We got tired of waiting so Marshall's dad and I went looking for him. We probably weren't allowed access to most of the rooms we went into, but at least we found Marshall. Haha! Again, it was a slooow Sunday morning at the hospital. :)
Surgery was brief. Waking up from anesthesia took forever, though. After we talked to the surgeon we waited at least 30-45 minutes for someone to come get us so we could see Marshall. We got tired of waiting so Marshall's dad and I went looking for him. We probably weren't allowed access to most of the rooms we went into, but at least we found Marshall. Haha! Again, it was a slooow Sunday morning at the hospital. :)
Marshall has recovered nicely! Our bodies are pretty amazing and regenerate quite quickly. If only they could reproduce the same way.. whomp whomp whomp.
