As most of you know, I was admitted to the hospital on Friday afternoon here in St. Louis. I was in town for a cousin’s wedding and to visit with family, but I missed the wedding and haven’t done much of the latter since I’ve been stuck in a hospital bed for three days now. It turns out I had a severe kidney infection and a touch of pneumonia, but the infection seems to have mostly cleared so I’m keeping my fingers crossed super hard that when I see the doctor later today he says I can go home. Of course, real “home” — Brooklyn — will probably have to wait a couple days. I want to make sure I’m feeling super well before I get back on a plane. Don’t want to risk any infection coming back. This shit is painful!
Anyway, this whole experience hasn’t been quite as bad as it could be. I’m staying in a very nice hospital where my aunt in VP of nursing, so I’ve been getting lots of great care. The room is nice and big — and private — and Drew has been able to stay with me the whole time on a little fold-out sofa. Actually, Drew gets lots of kudos — he’s made this much better than it could have been and has been pretty much waiting on me hand and foot when the nurses aren’t around, helping me to the bathroom, fetching me things when I need them. I owe him! Plus, we had to spend our second wedding anniversary here yesterday, so we’ve got to make up for that with something special next weekend, hopefully.
Another plus is my parents are here in town. They live in Germany, but they spend a few weeks here in St. Louis every summer and have been very helpful and supportive. It was my Dad — and my sister (who was visiting from Austin for the wedding) — who drove me to the hospital two different times. And good ol’ Mom is doing my laundry right now. One thing you can’t have enough of when you’re in a hospital is clean underwear. It’s, like, the last shred of normalcy one might have for a few days. By the way, I haven’t worn a bra since Friday — too hard to get on and off while attached to an IV. My puppies haven’t been so unrestricted for this long of time since I was nine. They’re lovin’ it.
Fortunately, the baby is fine, which is a huge, huge relief. It was quite scary at first, especially since his heart rate was so high when I was admitted, but as my fever (of 103) came down, so did his speedy heart. Sometimes infections like the one I have can cause pre-term labor, so I’ve been staying in the labor and delivery ward this whole time, which is a little weird. I’ll be much happier to come back to such a place under happier circumstances in 2 1/2 to 3 months now. Yesterday, on our wedding anniversary, Drew and I (and my mom, too) walked down to the nursery and cooed at the babies, imagining our own little one all swaddled up like them not too long from now.
Anyhow, I’m not quite out of the woods yet, so if you’re the praying type, please keep thinking of me. I could all the positive energy I can get, and I promise to pay it back (or forward) when someone else is in need. Again, expect posting to be a little on the lighter side for most of this week — more “Your Turns” and “Updates” (thanks for those!) and maybe even a “Dear Miles” or two. I’ll get things back to normal around here just as soon as I feel a little more back to normal myself. Thanks for understanding!