Pain

It’s a good thing we can’t remember the sensation of pain. 

Just a few days removed from the event and I’m already starting to downplay what I felt on Tuesday morning.

It began like any normal day. My oldest son woke up early. In an effort to squeeze in a little more sleep I opted to rock with him for a little while. Only I didn’t last long before the pain began.

Initially, I thought it to be gas. I know. Pleasant, right? But it soon became evident it was something more. 

The pain, originating in the lower left side of my abdomen, increased and became more intense. In an effort to ease the pain, I went back to bed to lay down. That didn’t help. I couldn’t get comfortable and my back began to hurt as well. 

Over the next hour I tossed and turned in my bed trying every position imaginable. My poor wife must have thought I was dying. I’m sure I thought I was too.

About the time someone arrived to watch the kids, the pain finally began to dissipate. Even still, we still made the trip to the ER.

The ER waiting room was oddly empty, which was a pleasant surprise. I checked in and recounted the mornings events to the staff. 

After a urine analysis, and a blood test, I was diagnosed with kidney stones.

They say kidney stones are one of the most painful conditions you can experience. At the time, I’m sure I would have agreed. But, here, a few days removed, I’m beginning to doubt that. I survived. I’m feeling good. How bad could it have really been? 

Our bodies are amazing. How can we experience the worst pain one day, and totally forget it the next? I can’t begin to understand. I’d like to think there was some planning that went into it. I’d like to think it was intentional. What do you think?

All I know is, I’m glad we don’t remember pain. 

Oh, and I’m glad that kidney stone episode is over. Let’s hope it doesn’t return.

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Two Month Check-up

Yesterday, Michael went in for his two month check up. The doctor’s report was great. Michael is healthy and growing.

To reward him for his great work on growing, we had the doctor give him his two-month immunizations. I wasn’t there, but Erin tells me that he didn’t enjoy the experience. And, I believe her. He was upset for the rest of the evening and every time he woke up in the night. I’ve never heard his cry sound quite like it did. It wasn’t the normal I’m hungry cry. It was much worse, and it makes me sad just thinking about it. I feel bad for Erin having to take care of him all day while I work. She’s amazing. Hopefully he starts to feel better soon.

As bad as last night made me feel for him, it doesn’t compare to when I watched him receive his circumcision in the hospital. I almost passed out. I had to prop myself up on a wall to keep from falling over. I don’t know what I was thinking when i went with him for the procedure. I am not good with that type of thing to begin with, and to watch my son scream in pain made it even worse.

How am I going to be able to watch this kid grow up and experience pain?