It looked promising

Christmas Eve looked like a promising day. It was a day where we were going to visit Jenny in the hospital or her house, go look at temple light and eat a nice dinner with the family and finish up the night exchanging secret buddy gifts.... But there I was at 8pm Christmas Eve in a Walgreens bathroom puking my guts out, waiting for a prescription to be filled of percocet for my husband who had just returned from the ER. How did this

day end

so badly?

It started off with a nice text message at 6am that Jenny was in the hospital with

her epidural

already in place and her water broken. My thought were full of the events that were

to come

that day of holding my new nephew and taking care of Jenny.

After I awoke again around 8am I was in awful shape. I started instantly throwing

up and

could barely take of Tori running around. I gave in and went to my parents so they

could

watch her while I slept. My thoughts of holding little Parker that day were vanished.

Brett had a 1/2 day of work so a soon as he got home so did we. I went to bed again

at 1:00

and when I woke up at 2:00 Brett was hunched over in a ball having severe kidney

pains.

He had a kidney stone before and the symptoms were the same. I could barely stand

let alone

sit without wanting to hurl so I ask my dad to take Brett to the ER for some relief.

Brett said it was the worst pain he had ever experienced and was thinking of ways to end his life

there at the hospital to make the pain stop. Luckily they gave him medicine in that moment and

the pain was gone within 30 seconds.

Brett came home all drugged and happy again. Our next task was to find a pharmacy

opened

on Christmas Eve. We finally did, (and so did all of goodyear it seemed) the

prescription took

awhile to be filled and I was hopefully that nothing bad would happen if I just went

in to use the bathroom.

I new immediately on my way out of the bathroom that that little walk was not worth it.

I headed back to towards the bathroom and I'm sure you can imagine the rest.

I was determined to end the night on some kind of high. We went to my parents

anyways and

exchange gifts we made for each other. Scott made me a beautiful Salt Lake Temple

picture and Tori got a soft horse pillow. We only stayed for a little and went straight

to bed.

Thankfully we woke up today on Christmas with Brett giving birth to his child

from hell and me

feeling all better. Today has already been times better so far.

I will report more about our Christmas festivities in another post.