My in-laws are insane but I don't know what I would do without them--another trip to the ER.

 So as usual, I'm way behind on blog posts and a week ago I promised a forthcoming part II of my thoughts on the potential bankruptcy of the "great" American restaurant; Hooters. I fear the moment may have passed on it but its still something I'd like to talk about so I promise I'll get it to it. 

I had what looks to be a second Vaginal Hematoma burst on Friday morning. I was taking it easy and all of the sudden I had a massive amount of blood pooled on the sheets with me. Bubs was just walking in the door from the dropping the kids off at school so I didn't have to chase him down from all over town. Since we were pretty sure we knew what it was, we were much calmer this time but called my OB just in case. I was able to actually talk to her and her advice was that the hematomas are rare, but two of them in a short period is almost unheard of so go to the ER and have them ensure that something else isn't going on. To cut to the chase, they really don't know why I would have had two in the same week so their most likely explanation was the first one wasn't quite healed and I somehow ruptured it again. Everything else with me and the baby is just fine but the concern is now that I'm having these hematomas before giving birth and that the birthing process may make them much, much worse or potentially do long last damage. I already have the appointment with my OB on Monday so I am going to wait to panic until I talk to her. We were able to leave after a few hours with the instructions that I really can't get out of bed unless it's to go to the bathroom for at three days. 

When I hear that, all I think of is my kids and how much energy it takes to get them pointed in one direction. Not only that, Bubs had some stuff that he absolutely had to do on base this weekend and if he didn't make it, it was going to cause a ripple effect that last for months. One of the reasons we moved her was specifically so he could have a lot more stability and ease with his reserve commitments. I wasn't looking forward to having the kids by myself this weekend but at the same time I didn't want cause him any issues. In addition to all of this, the kids are on Spring Break--for two weeks! Bubs has been at home for 3 days last week which is ok but his lab is running a test on Tuesday and if they don't make it, it's going to cause a ripple effect which can last months if not years. 

One, major, major plus is the Brian and Evie will be passing through on Wednesday on their way to Yuma and Evie already said that if I was still having issues, she would just stay in Tucson with me to watch the kids. I didn't want to have to do that to her because I know she wants to be involved in looking for living arrangements and getting the lay of the land before she comes back to stay with us. And still, it didn't solve the weekend problem.  

So on our way back from the ER Bubs said that really the best thing to do was to call his parents. They've been wanting to visit anyways and they didn't do an RV trip this spring so they are probably about ready to kill each other at home. Although it was a viable solution, I just envisioned my mother in law showing up with a 10lb bag of Sour Patch Kids and the Grandma wisdom of "oh they learn just as much out of school as in it, do they really need to go?"  But the more I thought about it, I had to agree, I could use their help but I wanted Bubs to let them know we could manage and flying would be really expensive and it's a 13 hour driving. 

I don't know if I've talked a lot about my father-in-law. I feel so bad for him because in so many of our life events, he's almost seemed like a background character to my mother-in-law's extreme extroversion  (yeah, I actually typed that with a straight face--oh boy). He is a sweet man and he really is like seeing my husband plus 30 years; he's very quiet, his face and eyes don't give anything away but when he chooses he can be the funniest person alive an own the room. When Bubs got on his phone and it was obvious his Dad answered, I actually though to myself that this may be the first time I've ever seen them talk on the phone to each other--in fact I'm sure of it. 

I swear to God--this is how the conversation went from my point of view: 

Hey Dad, Danielle really needs to stay in bed for a few days. Are you guys free? 

pause.

Yeah 13ish hours. 

pause. 

There's RV parks all over, let me look it up and I'll text Mom. 

pause. 

Great. See you tomorrow. 

The whole thing lasted maybe a minute and Bubs got off the phone and said they would pack up the RV and be on the road in an hour. 

Me: Did he ask what the problem is? 

Bubs: No. 

Me: Are they ok with this? Do they know that in bed means in bed, not playing tour guide to your mom?

Bubs: I think so. 

Me: They are going to get her at like 4 in the morning. They are in their 60s. Is this safe?

Bubs: yeah, that sounds about right. Sure. 

Me: Can we offer to buy them airline tickets? 

Bubs: No, but I'll make their RV park reservation. There's a few close by. 

So remember, my brain needs every detail about everything. Who is going to watch their dogs? Are the dogs coming? Where will the stop for gas in between West Texas and Arizona after midnight? Is this even safe? What will they eat?  Can they pull over and sleep if they get tired?  Thank god as we were walking through the door to get home my mother-in-law called me and did a great job reassuring me that they were super excited about the trip and she wanted to know every detail of what was going on and was the baby safe. She even chastised my father-in-law for not asking and we got to share a quick laugh that Bubs was just as guilty by not offering to give any information. 

I got in bed as soon as we got home and got set up with my phone and TV remote determined to watch as many Romcoms as I could in-between naps and waddles to the bathroom. Bubs got the kids from school and they spent the night out playing Laser Tag by the big mall. 

And sure enough, at about 6:30 AM there was a knock at the door and it was my in-laws looking as spry as ever despite an overnight drive. I guess I completely forgot to tell the kids and didn't realize that Bubs was going to try to let it be a surprise. Although I didn't get to see their reactions, I could hear the pure joy at seeing not only grandma but the absolute mountain of Christmas presents that the ogre of a mom had said we didn't have room to take with us during the move...plus some new stuff I'm sure. 

My mother-in-law came up to check and was as sweet as she possibly could be. They had even stopped at my favorite BBQ place on the way out of town and brought me enough food for days. The only really cringe moment was her tearing up because Bubs was wearing his uniform and she never gets to see it and it reminded her that he's not her little boy anymore. Usually I would have rolled my eyes but it was so sweet and I guarantee I will say cringe stuff like to my poor kids some day. 

So I have had a very quiet weekend and I've slept so much but in between the naps and quiet, my mother-in-law has doted on me as if I was one of her own. I got to hear all the gossip about Bub's little sister and how much they love living in our house but how much everyone in the neighborhood misses us. She even made the kids eat decent food and gasp, do their homework so it wouldn't sit until the day before Spring Break ends. 

Once again, I am such a lucky, lucky girl.