What a crazy time I am going through right now. Last week on Wednesday I was feeding Casper some lunch and I started getting a stomach ache. I thought maybe I was just really hungry so I ate some yogurt, but it just seemed to get worse. I finally ended up on the floor and was kneeling up onto the couch in pain! I had my iPhone with me and I looked up what this could be and I saw that it could be a gall bladder attack. Great. I knew I should have gone through with that surgery earlier this year! But this time it stayed in my stomach and moved to the right. I texted my sister Jodie and she offered to take me to the hospital. I almost didn't go because I was still convinced that maybe it was just nothing, but I went anyways. I told Dan and he said that he would meet me at the hospital. Jodie came and we took her boy Connor and Casper to my other sister Kristie's house. We finally got to hospital and I could feel every bump in the road. We arrived at about 3:30pm and I was seen right away! Then they actually had a spot for me in the Emergency Area right away too! I totally thought I would be in and out really fast if this keeps up! I was put into a reclining chair and they told me they needed to get some blood work done and set up an IV for me. I told them I really didn't like needles, I just can't look at it going in and I'm fine. But then I started to get really light headed. I told the nurse that I was going to pass out, and she just thought it was because of the needle, which it wasn't but I couldn't explain that to her because I was so out of it! Oh well. They eventually got what they needed and I was ok. Dan finally arrived and they eventually examined me. I told them I was sure it was a gall bladder attack, but to my surprise when they examined my stomach they told me it was probably appendicitis! Just add another thing on the list of all that has gone wrong with my body since Casper was born!
The surgeons came to me and they left the decision up to me whether or not to get a CT scan. If I did, they would determine if it really is appendicitis. If not, they would do the surgery anyways and see if it was appendicitis, and take my appendix out either way. Well, I thought, if I didn't need surgery, I would much rather not have it. So I opted for the CT scan. I finally got the CT scan at about 8:30pm I think. And the nurse told me that it would be about half an hour to and hour or two until I get the results back. But she also said that if there was something wrong that needed attention right away, it would be quick. So I sat in my uncomfortable chair and waited. Dan eventually got up and started walking around because of boredom. There was another guy there who also got a CT scan just before me and I saw the surgeons come and talk to him about his results, then they walked right past me...ok? The nurses kept asking me if anyone has talked to me yet and I kept saying no. The nurses paged them over and over and then finally one of them was coming. But that was just to tell me that there was an emergency CT scan that they had to cover first and then they would come back...yeah right! That was at about 10:30pm. Finally after waiting about 5 hours I thought I should try to get some sleep. I started to fall asleep and then a guy that I didn't even meet before came to the nurses and asked why Kelly Glenn was still here? This was at about 3:30am. I thought I was just going to go home because obviously it wasn't that urgent because it has taken them so long to get back to me! The nurses told him that no one had talked to me yet about the results, and he said it was ridiculous! So he came over to me and told me my results off hand! Why couldn't anyone do this before?? He told me that I did have appendicitis and that surgery was the only cure. There is no antibiotic that heals it. Great. I have never had surgery before! They told me that it would happen within the next 12 hours. So after he left I called Dan who already went home at about 2am to tell him that I needed surgery and that it would happen in the next 12 hours. So I thought he could get some sleep and I would talk to him in the morning about what their plan was. Then I thought I should get some sleep. Probably about 15 minutes later they came to me and told me I had a room upstairs and that my surgery was booked for 6:00am! So, in two and a half hours? I called Dan again and told him the news and he was planning to be there before I went in.
I got into my room and got about an hour sleep. The nurse told me they would be coming for me at 6:00 but she woke me up at 5:30 and told me they were coming right now! I really don't think they understand time frames in the hospital. So it ended up that Dan didn't see me before I went into my surgery, and I was pretty nervous. I didn't want to be cut open! They rolled me out of my room after I called Dan to tell them that I was going in. I have to admit, it was nice being rolled around in my own bed! They stopped me in the waiting area of the Operating Room as they got everything organized. I met the nurse that was going to be in the OR with me and then one of the doctors came out and went to the front desk. The lady there told him that another doctor was coming but was running late and he started swearing and getting mad. He came over to me and introduced himself as the grumpy doctor. I'm assuming it was just his sense of humor. But then they rolled me into the OR and the sweet nurse was telling me everything that I needed to know. The other doctor shows up and the doctors just start arguing with each other right in front of me! I thought it was totally unprofessional, and I was also even more nervous! I was just hoping they would work things out before they start working on me! They gave me some oxygen and fed something through my IV to knock me out. I only remember taking a couple breaths and then I was being woken up by some lady saying my name. I remember shaking my head side to side because I was having a hard time catching a breath because of the breathing tube they had had down my throat. Then I was rolled out and put back into my room. Dan came shortly after, but I really don't remember much of it. He told me he got there at about 9:00am and could tell that I needed some sleep so he didn't stay too long.
The incisions were three small marks. One right below my belly button, one on my left side and then one below my pant line. I'm so happy they didn't have to cut my whole side open. They told me that I wasn't supposed to lift anything more than 10 lbs for 4-6 weeks! Ummm, I have a 13 month old who is a giant. They didn't really have any answers for me. Thanks a lot. The whole time I was in he hospital I was so worried about Casper. He ended up sleeping over at Jodie's house and then Kristie took over in the morning. Dan picked him up later that day and brought him to come see me. I missed him so much I just started crying when they came in, especially because Casper was holding a "Get Well" balloon! I know that Dan understands what was going on, but Casper had no clue! I felt so bad for just leaving him without any warning. And I was also sad that I couldn't pick him up and just hug him. We went for a bit of a walk through the hallways and Casper was a big hit with everyone who saw him! I was so happy to see my family that night.

The next day on Friday I was finally discharged! My parents came to pick me up and bring me home and we got there at about 3:30pm. Casper was with Dan's mom most of the day, but she dropped him off just before I got there. I sat on the couch and Casper came and hugged my knees. Then my dad helped him up on the couch beside my and he just hugged my side for the longest time. I
loved it! He wanted me to pick him up quite a few times but I just couldn't. About an hour later Dan left to do a small show so my parents stayed at home with me to help me put Casper to bed. It didn't take me long to feel pretty useless. I started to feel that motherhood was taken away from me. I didn't even feel like I was a wife anymore. Everyone needed to help me with the things that I have waited and worked so hard for. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate ALL of the help that we have gotten, but I just wish everything was back to normal. I guess this all gave me a better perspective on how much family and the church mean to me. I couldn't have gone through this without either of them.
I am home now and I am doing a lot better. My sisters have taken me and Casper in and cleaned my house and my mom has stayed with me for a couple of days. I have gotten a couple of dinners delivered to our home from friends. I have really felt the love and support that is all around me. Thank you to all that have helped me and my family in any way.