Friday, February 11, 2011

Operation.

It started Wednesday when I made spaghetti. I felt sick to my stomach about an hour or so after eating it. I thought it was the spaghetti, but when I explained the pain to my mother in law she told me it was my gallbladder. I looked up the symptoms and she was right, I was having a gallbladder attack.
I swore to stay away from fried, greasy foods, but Saturday Dan had his girlfriend over and we had pizza (bad idea Melody) and it acted up again, but not as bad as the first time. And if I didn't learn from the last 2 experiences, Monday I made hot wings and ate about 5 of them!!! That did me in! I was sick and it progressed into something that I had never experienced in my life!! It was almost as bad as labor!
I had gone to the chiropractor and told him everything that was wrong. He did some acupuncture and told me if it got worse then I needed to go to the hospital (he's actually reasonable). I was in my room crying, praying that I didn't need my gallbladder out, that this pain would subside. I promised myself that if I woke up in the morning with the same pain I would go to the hospital. I woke up the next morning with the same pain. Matt brought me to the hospital.
I went in, they did ultrasounds and found stones in my gallbladder, one that was perfectly placed in the neck of the gallbladder that whenever the gallbladder contracted, I would feel it and it hurt!

I stayed over night and went in to surgery the next morning, bright and early. They told me if I would have waited longer, it would have ruptured....and that would have been a very bad thing.
I'm thankful for chiropractors AND modern medicine. I'm grateful for the intuition to just go to the hospital!
And a BIG Thank You to my in laws!! I don't know what I would have done without them, or what Matt would have done without them! I'm convinced we are living with them a little longer for this reason. For that I am grateful!

Friday, February 4, 2011

You have a birthday, shout HORRAY!


I can't even imagine Gabriel being this little!

There is a special bond between you and your first born that is untouchable. Maybe it's just me, but that first borns cry is by far the sweetest! I remember when he came out, he gave this helpless cry that to this day still brings tears to my eyes. Even Matt (who NEVER cries) cried like a baby when he heard Gabriel let out his helpless cry.
Gabriel is my sweet, emotional guy. He will be the first to come to me when I'm crying and console me (even before my husband some times). He wants me to be happy.
Oh, how I love this kid!

Stats at birth: 6lbs 8oz 19 1/2 in.
Stats at 6 years old: 49lbs 47 in.

Happy Birthday Gabriel! We love you!