In way of review, in the last post I was telling how Matt took me to the ER due to the severe swelling in my feet and legs. When the nurses called me back to check my vitals my blood pressure was around 50/85, and my heart rate was around 140 bpm. After that I was taken to a room in the ER and an ultrasound was done to rule out blood clots in my legs. The good news was that I did not have blood clots, but the bad news was that I was being readmitted and Matt had to take Ella Ruth back home. I tried to nurse her before she left and then Matt took her home.
The next nine days are some what of a blur in my mind. I remember the suffering, the fear, and the pain, but remembering the details of each day chronologically is hard. It feels like it was an endless cycle of diarrhea, tests, pain, weakness, doctor visits, fever, blood transfusions, moving from room to room, being starved, various scans, scary moments and severe heartbreak over being away from my family and my new baby.
Even as I cycled through those hardships day after day I also cycled through the great mercies of God on a daily basis.