a week of {labour} pain

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What a week it's been, and quite frankly, I'd rather not have a week like that again.  Ever.

It all started last weekend, when I was excitedly looking forward to having friends over for dinner.  I ignored a slight little pangs of pain that was lurking all day thinking "I'll be fine".

Famous last words.

As I served up entree, I looked at my homemade gnocchi and turned to my friends and made some apologies and spent the rest of the night on the couch.  Pain increased and what can I say....It felt like I was having a baby.    I thought after a good lie down and I'd be fine.   Wrong again.

Hours past and I could see the worry on my husbands face.

He called the ambulance.  The rest of the week has been spent in a blur of tests, scans, morphine (oh bless that morphine), a discharge, a re-addmition, more tests, anaesthetic and finally I'm home.  And it seems I'm not the only one who's had some medical emergency! 

I won't bore you with the gory details, but it seems my women's bits and my digestive bits were having issues which was causing excruciating labour-like pains.

But one thing I was grateful for, was the rally of support.  Family, friends and school mums, phoned, emailed and dropped by cooked dinners all week.  Girlfriends ensured my magazine and toiletries supplies were up to date.  It meant this stay-at-home mumma could rest (drugged up on morphine reading the last two Fifty Shades books) and indulge in getting better.