This is the story of what happened to us when Sydney and I almost died and ended up in the hospital for a few days.
I (Kris) had been throwing up all night long. I had been throwing up for days, weeks - who knows how long it had been. Before I became pregnant I would get these stomach pains in my stomach and could only take pepto bismol to make it feel better. I had a pick line put in a while back (which is a long term iv they put in your arm that goes directly into your blood stream). Leading up to this night or wee morning I should say I was unable to take anything by mouth due to the severe nausea and therefore unable to keep anything down.
Being as sick as I was and having my most brilliant and brightest moment ever (NOT) I decided to put the pepto bismol in my pick line because I was tired of being sick, throwing up and having my stomach hurt (so why of course not put it into my pick line I thought). I would have just taken it orally, but was unable to keep anything down so I tried the only other way I could conclude to have something in my system and stay down. Well as you can only imagine it made things sooooo much better… Jason found me on the bathroom floor around 4:00 am having a seizure/convulsing. Jason called 911 and had an ambulance come immediately, then began to give me a spiritual/religious blessing. The Doctors figured I had put the pepto bismol in my pick line sometime in the early morning before Jason woke up.
They took me straight to the hospital and about 5 hours later or around 9:00 am I finally came out of my seizure. The Doctors and nurses had never encountered this situation before and didn’t know what to do or how to treat me while I was having my seizure. They weren’t sure if I was going to come out of my seizure or when/if I did come out of it would I be the same? They were very worried I would become so lovingly known as a “vegetable”.
Needless to say it was a very scary and emotional time for Jason and our families. I put him and them through quit the little ringer with me and my trusted pepto bismol. I now can no longer have pepto bismol due to the fact that the Doctors don’t know if it will ‘cause a reaction that may or may not be good for me. My short-term memory was temporally gone. I have no memory of the night/morning of this event. I vaguely remember some events in the hospital. My memory started to come back due to Jason bringing up one of my favorite singer’s “Garth Brooks”. Jason is not such a fan of this person, but I am a big one. Jason says he is indebted or gives great thanks to Garth for bringing me back.
I was only in the hospital for a couple of days. Jason had me on medication watch for the next few weeks until my memory came back. I enjoyed the company of my siblings and in-laws, but eventually threatened to physically harm Jason (in a loving way) if he didn’t let me be alone again. Needless to say Jason was a little like Pappa-bear with his young cub when we came home. A little controlling and drove some of our family members to near hysterics (which he had every right to), but I would like to apologize just the same. So I was now able to be alone again and not have the loving watchful eyes of my family around me all of the time. I did and still do very much appreciate all they did, but it was nice to go back to having things the way they were.
The crazy and inspirational side to this story is actually at the beginning of this story. Jason was not due to wake up until 4:45 am, but something or someone (Lord’s help) woke him up. It may have been too late and he may have found me dead on that floor if he hadn’t of woken up when he did. According to the Doctors and nurses I should be dead or a vegetable right now. I made history by going into two different medical journals and was watched by all of the head Doctors and nurses with-in the hospital. The only reason why I’m here and doing well is because of the Lord’s and Jason’s help. I am suppose to be here and thankfully I am…