A visit to the hospital....

For those of you who have been around me throughout my pregnancy, have at some point probably noticed my annoying cough. According to the doctors, there really isn't much they can do for me so I have learned to deal with it. This past weekend we were able to go to Michigan to visit my brother and his family and I noticed that when I coughed I had to hold my left side because it hurt to cough. I didn't think much of it at the time...just another annoying thing to deal with, but it was manageable. Well, on Wednesday night I woke up at 3 in the morning coughing so I came downstairs because I was trying to be considerate of Chris who was trying to sleep. I laid down on the couch and did my normal cough and I felt something pop. I was in extreme pain. Chris came down because I was moaning in pain and we went back upstairs. I laid down and any movement felt like a sharp knife going into my side for a few seconds and then it would be over. I tried to sleep, but that didn't work out so well. At 6:30, Chris called my doctor and he told us to go to the emergency room. We arrived at the ER and they took us up to the baby floor. As soon as I described what I was feeling, my nurse knew exactly what had happened because she had experienced the same thing. My muscle tore away from my ribs and that is what I heard pop. While at the hospital they monitored the baby and she was fine, it was only me that was in pain and for that, I am thankful. Although I do have to say I would not wish this upon my worst enemy. It hurts. I was unable to go to work Thursday or Friday. I was actually unable to do anything. On our way home, I told Chris that I wanted a recliner so as I sat in the van he went in and bought a recliner. It has been heaven sent. (It was probably the quickest purchase at Robert Miller & Son that they have ever had...it seriously took him 5 minutes to buy it.) It has been a long time since I have stayed in a chair and watched TV for days straight. Tegegn doesn't really understand why mom-mom doesn't move. He still wants me to "hold it" which means hold him, but I am still not able to and it makes him really mad. I am feeling much better today than yesterday so I can only hope that it will continue to get better. I guess it takes about 8 weeks to feel back to normal, so I have a ways to go but I am making progress. So, what are some positives that came out of this experience??? We know what to expect when I actually go into labor (the rooms are nice, the food is good) at the hospital, we have a new piece of furniture, family and friends never let us down and maybe the labor pain doesn't seem so scary based on the pain that I have been experiencing the past couple of days.