A Curve Ball in the Bottom of the Ninth

It was dark and stormy this Friday night. There was a lot pain and a late night rush to the hospital. Something was extracted from the patient, followed by a two day hospital stay for recovery. Ellie missed her hospitalized parent very much.

This is a very similar story to Ellie's birth and the fact that I am full term would make it seem like this is Juan's birth story. But, alas, Juan is still rolling and kicking in my uterus. It's Marty that went to the hospital and his appendix that was extracted (and his surgeon's name - I kid you not - was Dr. Butcher)! What started out as some stomach pain on Friday turned into an appendicitis, which led to an appendectomy early Saturday morning. Poor guy actually drove himself to the hospital (because Ellie was sleeping) and then had to go through the whole ordeal pretty much alone because the hospital doesn't allow children under 10 to visit patients (except in the maternity ward). Thankfully Marty's parents came over and watched Ellie so that I could visit with him, get our car and then pick him up from the hospital on Sunday afternoon. Appendix-less Marty is doing as well as can be expected for someone who just had surgery - he's pretty sore and not exactly moving around at lightning speed, but luckily the surgery went well and after some recovery time should be good as new.

Elise is a little confused as to why now BOTH of her parents are claiming they can't pick her up, can't roll around on the floor with her (although Mommy is trying to do a little of that since that is Daddy's forte and he REALLY can't do it) and now everyone in the house is saying "be gentle around my belly!"


Seeing as how Marty can't do any heavy lifting, can't sit up without wincing in pain, can't drive (due to the Vicodin) and can barely walk, we are hoping beyond hope that Juan stays put at least for another two weeks so Marty has some time to recover before we are swept up in birth and newborn baby craziness. Cross your fingers for us!