Funny story. Well, it’s funny now that it’s over.
My lovely Crohn’s disease has decided to rear it’s ugly head recently, so I had to go have (what should be considered a cruel and unusual punishment for any Crohn’s patient) a colonoscopy. Seriously, I would rather give birth without an epidural……..maybe not, but anyway…..
I timed it perfectly. The hubby would take Breezy to preschool, immediately take my dehydrated self to the outpatient surgery center, and I would be done in plenty of time for him to take my now woozy self home, and he’d go back to get her from school. Things never seem to go according to plan for me though. The first two played out okay, but then everything got a little crazy.
I’m no stranger to these outpatient procedures. They kind of come with the territory, so I wasn’t at all nervous about what was to come. I apologetically left my hubby with my purse in a waiting room full of talkative old ladies, and prayed for the best. I went back, prepped for my procedure, got my long awaited IV fluids, and a fabulous nap.
Then I woke up to words no food allergy parent ever wants to hear.
“Rebecca, your daughter’s school called your husband, and he left with the epi-pens out of your purse. Is there anyone else we can call?” the nurse said.
My adrenaline must have instantly kicked in. My eyes flew open, and I looked around. Not completely aware of my surroundings yet, I mindlessly said “my mom” and gave her the number. It seemed to hit me all at once what she had said. The epi-pens. Why did he take the epi-pens? I suddenly felt completely helpless. And scared. Terrified. Why did he need the epi-pens? I could hardly lift my head up, and my daughter needed me the one time, the one moment, I’m physically unable. The nurse had no luck contacting my mom. I noticed my belongings bag on my bed that originally just had my clothes in it, now had my purse in it also. I dug around for my cell phone in the bag and asked if I could call my husband. She said yes and that’s when the nurse told me my daughter had been vomiting and that’s why he had to go get her.
Oh. My. God. Vomiting. Epi-pens. She had to have had a reaction. The popsicles. The brand new popsicles I knew they would be having today, even though I knew they were safe. My terror must’ve been written all over my face because right then my nurse said “I’m sure she’s fine.” All I could get out was “She has multiple food allergies.” Whoever was going to come get me wasn’t going to be taking me home, they would be speeding me to the children’s hospital. I attempted calling my mom, only letting it ring twice before I think I finally really came to and hung up realizing I needed to call my husband.
Luckily, he picked up quickly, and quickly said the words I was praying for: “She’s fine.”
No allergic reaction. Only vomited twice. He checked her all over for hives and other symptoms. Nothing. He took the epi-pens because he was afraid she was somehow having a reaction to egg, even though she had all safe foods. You can’t predict a future reaction with a past one, but vomiting has always been her first symptom when exposed to that allergen. He also took them because (DUH) he was taking her from the school (which has epi-pens) back to get me where the epi-pens would have been in my purse. First rule of food allergies is you never go anywhere without your life saving medication. My husband always assumes the worst, and in that brief, terrifying moment I did too. All was well, and he said he was on his way back to get me.
Then, I kind of felt stupid and over-dramatic. If she did have a reaction at school, they do have epi-pens and an action plan. They wouldn’t have waited on my husband to get there with our set. They would have acted.
My doctor came in to talk to me about what he found, but when he saw that I was alert and competent, he said “How is your daughter?!” Apparently, word got from the receptionist and all the way back to the endoscopy room to my anesthetist, nurse, and doctor, and they were all worried. I told him she was fine, and relieved, he told me how the endoscopy I almost forgot I had went. He said, jokingly, that they were all more worried about her than they were about me. Truth be told, ten minutes earlier he could’ve walked in and told me I had cancer and the only thing still on my mind would be my daughter. He took biopsies, but to the naked eye, everything looked good. Yay, for some good news. Then he said he wants to do an upper endoscopy to get to where we know my Crohn’s is: my stomach. At least the only prep for that is no eating or drinking after midnight. And you can bet your rear there will be some Starbucks involved afterwards. Momma needs her coffee.
My poor, poor hubby. When he and Breezy arrived back on the scene he said “Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.” Anesthesia and Epi-pens. Even though we both know Breezy will always be more important. Anyone could operate a vehicle to come pick me up. Not nearly as many people know how to operate an epinephrine injector or what symptoms to look for of an exposure to an allergy. I’m completely grateful that my husband thought to take the epi-pens, not that I underestimated him or anything. It’s just comforting to know that I know she would be well taken care of when and if I’m out of commission. But I already knew that. I just love him.
But, seriously though…..of all the days.