Exactly one year ago on Father's Day.. I was huge and pregnant, just taking a nap with George and I started getting unbeleiveable back pain. I knew it wasnt labor, although I was about 36 weeks pregnant. So I took a shower, and it got so bad, that Mathew found me crying on the floor in the bathroom in pain, and throwing up.
This was my "home" for 6 days, and I came home with no baby.. and pain not totally gone.

He called the Labor and Delivery line at the base to see what this could be. They said it may be back labor .. beginning.. and not to worry, and I dont need to come in.
The pain escalated so badly .. by 6pm, we were racing to Camp Lejeune, and had to pull over, so I could get sick in a parking lot on base. I had no idea what it could have been. All I knew was that I was scared for the baby, and wanted this unbeleivable pain to go away.
They hooked me up to a fetal monitor, and asked me where the pain was on a scale of 1-10.. I cried out .. 10!!
So after tests, etc.. they sent me home with a HUGE bag of medicine, which I didnt want to take .. b/c I was scared for the baby.. So at 5am, the pain was back.. and we were back on the road to the hospital again. and I stayed for 6 days.

They had me on Morphine to control my pain, and it was the ONLY thing that worked. I checked in to a regular room for the first night, and then they moved me to the post-pardum wing.. So I had my own room, which coincidentally ended up being the same room and SAME bed after I had Samantha.
My stay was so tough.. since no one could tell me what was causing the pain. They did tests, blood work, xrays (what they could do with baby inside me) and they attributed it to a possible Kidney Stone. But again I was there for 5 days... hooked up to an IV and just hoping I would at least go into labor.
I was in so much pain I couldnt do anything. I hardly ate, and drank, and Mathew had to help me do everything, He washed me in the shower, and held my IV cord so it wouldnt get wet, and he'd help me get dressed and since I wasnt home to cook dinner, he and George had to fend for themselves, so he'd come to the hospital every day.. and usually again around dinner, and we would share one of these...

We got to like the food, and I remember I loved drinking chocolate milk most of all, and we both loved this dish they gave us one night called Chuck Wagon Stew! haha.. I'll have to try and make it someday.
We'd eat, and cuddle, and watch Seinfeld on TV. Then Mathew would go home, and get ready for work the next day, and spend some QT with George (the kitty)... By the end of the week George was sleeping next to him in bed.. awww. ( miss you boodie)!!!
So at night I would hear all the crying babies and I would start crying myself, thinking, will I ever have this baby, and please God, make everything be ok. Please let my baby be ok after all this.
So exactly one year ago today.. around this very time .. 12 noon they let me go home. No baby, no explainations as to why all the pain. They wouldnt induce me before 39 weeks, so I had a follow up appointment with the doctor on July 4th at 10am. to see how I was feeling after being discharged.
I think the Doctor's thought that if I did have a kidney stone, I would most likely go into labor anyway, and thats why they admitted me, to control my pain, and wait it out. But after 5 days.. I had just about had enough, I wanted to go home and wait there.

So I said farewell to my home away from home, for now.
It was a Friday afternoon in Jacksonville, and we headed to the commissary.. Me, slowly waddling down the aisles, still in pain ....but pain I could deal with. We got groceries and headed home, where I took a long nap... I got hardly any sleep in the hospital, since they kept bringing me my pills in the middle of the night and I would call them for more pain meds as I was literally crying out loud with pain some nights.
Ahhh, but I was home....and who knew when the baby was coming. It was nice to be in our big bed again, and with Mathew and George.