One Reason I Love Mormon Women
Yesterday I went to church with cramps. My husband had asked me about cramps the day before and I responded, “I haven’t had cramps since my IUD was placed a year ago.” So, I attributed my next-day cramps to God’s humor or the power of Mark’s suggestion.
During church my pains worsened and I increasingly felt the need to double over. Picking up and carrying around my 20+ lb 15 mo was quite a challenge.
When we arrived at home, I spent a few hours laying in bed, eating a slice of pizza while prone and distracting myself with Randy Pausch’s Last Lecture for my book club this month. My pains felt unusual for cramps but between 2 pregnancies and breastfeeding for a combined 24 months, I’m not sure I remember what normal cramps feel like.
Mark tried to convince me to go to the urgent care, but I kept hoping the pain would go away on its own. Eventually I made my way across the house to the computer room to Google “abdominal pain” and see what the possibilities were (endless, I’m sure). But, I still don’t know because for some reason I walked into the bathroom and started to feel light-headed. I knew I was fainting, so I tried to talk myself out of it. When that didn’t work I called for Mark and felt really scared and really strange. He came to help and just as I was heading into the twilight zone, suddenly I needed to use the toilet, and while thus perched, realized I needed to vomit and turned my Ikea stepstool upside down to use as a basin.
By then Mark was gone. I have no recollection of why, but after I got myself together, I staggered to the couch (this was a superhuman feat as I couldn’t walk alone for the next 12 hrs) as Mark made arrangements to have someone stay with the kids while he took me to the ER.
Apparently Jaxon, our 6 yo, agreed with my assessment that Mark was taking too long in his pursuit of childcare, so he took matters into his own hands. While we were obviously distracted, he hopped on his scooter and made his way across our neighborhood to our friend Kate’s house. She answered the door and he said, “You need to take care of me because my dad has to take my mom to the hospital.” She asked where his brothers were and he replied, “They’re fine at home sleeping.” Then she ushered him in and called us. She was over in minutes, helping with our waking boys and picking up our cluttered house. I believe she even cleaned up the Ikea basin of vomit.
If that’s not an act of selfless service, I don’t know what is.
Mark took me to the ER where they did a few exams and determined I might have appendicitis. My pain was pretty intense, especially when I moved, and even while I was taking morphine.
While Mark went home to put the kids to bed, my sister Tacy showed up unexpectedly to keep me company. It was was really helpful because she’s just begun nursing school and I feel like she’s a good recourse for medical information, and she gave me a lot of comfort and an extremely needed stick of gum. Later, my dad and Mark gave me a blessing, which helped me feel peace and testified of their love for me.
So, despite the lack of evidence on the CT scan, the doctors suggested we operate anyway. Last night at about 11 PM, I had a laproscopic appendectomy. The surgeon said my appendix looked pretty good when he removed it, almost normal, but there were signs of infection near my fallopian tubes, so he’s encouraged me to seek the care of my OBGYN, and I have an appointment tomorrow. I’m also on three heavy-duty antibiotics.
Meanwhile, at home, my sister Cami and her fiance came to watch the kids after Mark put them to bed. Another friend in the ward, Danielle, called to offer dinner for us tonight (it was delicious, btw). Teresa called to offer babysitting and dinner tomorrow night. She said several other women were offering babysitting as well. My mom came over today while Mark was with me at the hospital. When we got home from the hospital, Cami, Cliff, Tacy, and my mom were all there, ready to help.
Then in conversations with my friends on the phone and computer I have really felt an outpouring of love and concern and a desire to serve. Even the bishop’s wife was asking about me and offering to help in anyway she could.
Sometimes I overlook the amazing gift of the Relief Society. We really are trained well in service, and beyond that, so many wonderful women I know act on the teachings of Jesus Christ to care for the sick and afflicted.
I don’t remember the last time I have felt so blessed by the hands of my sisters.