I spoke too soon.

If you have a weak stomach, I would just stop reading right now.

So I wrote the last post about my surgery on Thursday.  Everything was going well. Healing perfectly. I spoke too soon. THAT night as I was watching TV, I suddenly started bleeding...a LOT. So much so that I was spitting mouthfuls of blood in the sink and I went through all but maybe one piece of gauze. I hadn't eaten anything, wasn't messing with the stitches, nothing! 

After about 30 minutes I finally got the bleeding to slow down to next to nothing and I decided to go to bed with my retainer that they made me with some gauze in it (just in case I bled at night).  I also took a Vicadin so I wouldn't be in any pain while I slept.

I vaguely remember several times that night swallowing  and thinking, "man, this retainer makes me have more saliva in my mouth". Then I woke up and went to the bathroom. Yep...obviously I had BLED through the night, and once again I was spitting blood in the sink.

So, as you can imagine, I was freaking out a little. Luckily, Stephen actually had that day off, so we waited until the Dr office opened, and then called.  My surgeon was at a conference out of town, and the office was closed because they were installing new carpet, but the on-call doctor came in and met us there.  Amidst the chaos of carpet being ripped up, and banging of carpet being put down, I am brought to a room. 

After about a second, he tells me that one of the blood vessels didn't seal back up, and now I have a blood clot that is causing all this trouble. 

And here's where I'm a complete idiot. Or just stubborn. Or cheap. I don't know.

He says we have to take the blood clot out. He can either go ahead and numb me with the long needle now in case I'd need more stitches, or he can get it out by putting some pressure on it without the numbing. If i need more stitches, then he will numb me.  

I think in my head, I thought, "well, anesthesia is expensive...and maybe I won't need to get stitches" so I said to do it without the numbing.

Oh.My.Goodness.

Sooo painful!

He pretty much just put his thumb in the roof of my mouth (right on the blood clot) and then literally jerked his thumb to push it OUT of my mouth! My eyes were watering and then, of course he said we had to numb me anyways because I was bleeding too much.

Really? So I went through the pain for nothing.

There we have it. 

 blood clot...more stitches...more meds. 

I think I jinxed myself!

Speaking of jinxing....my mom totally jinxed me when she was here.

The day before she left, she said, "In no time, Grace will be dancing on the kitchen table."

Thanks, mom. 

A few days after she left, Grace finally manged to get up on our kitchen table chairs.

And as of yesterday, she has mastered climbing up onto our kitchen table. 

BUT:

In the midst of all the craziness that I've been going through, I was once again reminded of how our Heavenly Father loves us each individually.

As we were driving home after all this happened on Friday, I was trying to sort out a problem that I had.

I was certain that I'd only need a week to heal from my surgery, so I had scheduled an out of town engagement session for that upcoming Saturday. Now it was just a day away, and I had to have more stitches and pain meds. I just didn't see how I'd be able to do  it, but I just HATE having to reschedule (especially when it is MY fault!)  

I'm thinking of what I can do, and in mid-sentence to Stephen asking what to do, my phone dings telling me I just got a text.

It was from the couple who's session was the next day...telling me that she wants to reschedule because she was really worried about the weather holding up.

I immediately burst into tears.

I know that our Heavenly Father loves us and knows EXACTLY what we need and when we need it.

He knew that I just didn't think I could handle it, so He took it in His own hands.

Tender Mercies.