Update: First week home.

We have been home now almost a week. This past week has been a complete blur for me. Most days I couldn't have even told you what day it was, what the weather was like outside, where my children were or what time it was. 

We arrived back in Texas Monday evening. It was about all I could do to make the trip home from the airport. Henley did great. She had no problems on the plane with the pressure and she has been off pain meds completely for almost two weeks. She is seriously making brain surgery look like it was a piece of cake after that first week. They always say children bounce back like you wouldn't believe, but seriously, It's pretty remarkable. The minute we got in the car at the airport I had to take all of my pain meds just to be able to endure sitting one more hour in the car ride home from Love Field. 

We got to the house decked out in our winter gear and it was about 90 degrees outside. In addition to the strangeness of the drastic weather change, walking into our house felt strange. We've never been away from our home for such a long period of time. It was perfectly clean and smelled like home but it took some mental re-adjusting to the space. We dropped our things and Henley wanted to go straight to her room. Her room had been completely re-decorated while we were gone by some of my very sweet friends. The whole room is just precious and I can't wait to share pictures soon. Henley is in love with her new space! I held it together long enough to be super excited with her about her room and then quickly headed downstairs, went straight to my room, put my pjs on and collapsed. I was OUT...for days. I mean literally, I did not wake up again until Wednesday. 

I felt like falling into my bed was like collapsing across the finish line of the longest marathon I'd ever run. I just laid there staring up at the sky....for an entire week. My mom spent the days here with us to help with everything. Laundry, meals, cleaning the kitchen, taking care of kids and me. You name it. She is a rockstar. Adam went to bed Monday night with a fever and spent most of Tuesday in bed nursing a cold. We were both down for the count. Our physical bodies and emotions just completely and utterly spent. 

Wednesday I woke up in a LOT of pain. Adam had been talking to Dr. McClure in New York almost daily. When Dr. McClure called to check in on me on Wednesday, he suggested we go back to the ER to get some more imaging to make sure there was no internal bleeding or new findings. Not wanting to go to the hospital and truly wanting to be able to get the pain under control myself {stubborn}, I spent the day trying everything I knew to get on top of the pain. I finally ended up throwing in the towel that afternoon around 3:00pm and told Adam to just take me to the Emergency Room. I could not understand why I was still in SO much pain and it had been an entire week. I was taking a LOT of very strong pain meds and I still felt like dying might be easier. I took my last two Percocet pain pills and Adam drove me downtown to the hospital. We walked in the door and the minute we told them the story of the past week, they went into high gear. I have never seen an Emergency department move so efficiently {I knew it was possible!}. From the time I walked in the door of the hospital until I was being wheeled into the CT scanner for a CT angiogram was about 15 minutes. It was truly impressive. They ruled out internal bleeding which was our main concern. They checked my kidney function, urinalysis and bloodwork. All came back within normal range {Praise the Lord!}. With those concerns at ease, then came down to pure pain management. The nurses came in and gave me a 25mcg of fentanyl. 15 minutes later I had ZERO relief. They gave me toradol next since it had worked last week...15 minutes later NO RELIEF. They finally came back in 15 minutes after that and gave me 100 mcg of fentanyl and that finally kicked the pain. The doctors concluded that the pain is because of what is called "Infarction" which is tissue death due to inadequate blood supply to the affected area. Most people have heard of Myocardial infarction which is the partial death of heart tissue aka: a heart attack. So basically, it feels like my kidney is having a heart attack. ALL. THE. TIME. Imagine every part of your abdomen from your belly button on your right side all the way around to your spine cramps up so intensely that you feel like you might explode from the pressure. That's about how I have felt for the past 11 days. Well, the good news is... It's just part of my kidney dying. Everything else looks Fantastic! {insert sarcasm here}

If you know me well, you know how much I can't stand medications. I lean towards all things natural and so having to rely on these medications so heavily and be subject to their unruly side effects has been a very hard pill to swallow {see what I did there?}. However, I was thankful to have them and I was thankful they were working. We were able to go home much more relieved Wednesday night and I was put on a very strict schedule of taking my pain meds in exactly 4-6 hour increments {alarm included}. I spent the next two days pretty out of it as you might imagine. Throwing up because of the meds, but needing them to keep the pain under control. Saturday morning, 11 days post-op was the first time the pain wasn't the reason I woke up. I decided to take advil instead and see if that work keep the pain at bay....it did. I went another 6 hours and took another round of advil and so on and so forth. I made it through an entire day without the hard core meds.

Sunday, I finally felt like the fog was lifting. Like I could see clearly for the first time in a week. Slowly but surely I was able to get up and take a shower and get ready to go to church. I was so ready to get out of the house. I expended way too much energy getting ready, but I made it. After church I came home and went right back to bed for a couple hours. I am really hopeful that the major pain has finally subsided and I can move forward without the drugs. Tomorrow I see a specialist at UT Southwestern who is a personal referral from the Doctors in New York. This doctor will be the one following my case from Texas. 

First of all, thank you for praying. We know that we have been on the front lines of a serious spiritual battle this year and we KNOW the power of prayer. Thank you for linking arms with us and praying fervently for our family. We have felt the prayers and there is no other explanation for the way we have been able to walk through this other than the fact the The Lord has provided for our every need. "but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31 

We are so thankful to everyone who has signed up to bring meals, sent cards and gifts, who have donated to the go fund me site, and have bought t-shirts and necklaces at www.bravecampaign.com you guys are seriously amazing!! You have orchestrated and declared Brave Days at school and on the baseball field. You have overwhelmed us with love and support and shown thousands of people what it looks like to be a part of the body of Christ. You have encouraged our family and carried us through in ways you may never know. Our plan is to take what The Lord has done through our story and turn Brave Campaign into a non-profit and keep paying it forward for other families like ours who need help traveling for treatments and who are facing times where they have to step up and Be Brave. We hope that you will continue to help us by shopping for a purpose at the site (we still have lots of t-shirts, necklaces and bracelets!), knowing that the money from your gifts and purchases will be stewarded well.