That night I was rushed into the hospital, still shirtless, and so dehydrated they could not get an IV in me. As I lay there in agony, dehydrated, oozing, and in severe pain I had never wanted my mother more. My mom was 4 hours away and due to a snow storm all of the roads had been closed. There I laid with the two firmen who brought me to the hospital and a male nurse, who, oddly enough, had no idea how to handle a bra. After, finally, removing my bra he pushed one of the cups inside the other, RUDE! That was my favorite bra, so I kindly gave him a quick lesson on how to put a woman's undergarments up properly. I am sure he will need to know one day! HA! The two firemen who had escorted me to the hospital would not leave my side until I was stable, needless to day, those poor men were there all night! The ER team finally got an IV in my foot to stick and stay at about 3am. Mind you, I arrived to the hospital a little before 7pm. Like I said, worst 2 weeks of my life began that night.
After I stabilized and stopped convulsively shaking, I finally got to see someone I knew, my Brandon. He stared at my swollen face and told me that I was just as beautiful as ever and that he knew everything was going to be ok. Once again I thought of those prolific words God had spoke through Alyssa, "I already prayed, and I know everything is going to be fine." Alyssa will never know how I held on to those words throughout those 2 weeks, and still am holding on to 11 months and 6 days later.
My mom, stepdad, Scot, sister, Tori, and brothers, Trey and Coby finally arrived the second day. I was so happy to see all of them. Today I know that they were all taken by surprise upon entering the room, even though Brandon had told them it was pretty bad. I would have never known that day! Every person that entered my room still entered as if I was just sick. God bless every soul that entered that room. I never knew how bad I looked until after leaving the hospital when I could look at a mirror myself. My face was so swollen that I could not see. My hair stunk from being singed, yet every person that came into my room came straight to my bedside to tell me hi and they were praying, most people said they loved me, but not all :). This picture is my face after a week of being in the hospital, you can only imagine what I looked like to my visitors that saw me the first week. Yet this was before my right eyebrow fell off. At this point my eyebrow and hair was staying on my head due to the large amounts of vaseline that was on my face.
The two weeks that I was in the hospital were mostly a blur, partly because I was in such severe pain, partly because my mother and boyfriend kept me under with my morphine pump, and partly because my nurses continued to give me loratab, which I am highly allergic to, needless to say, these are painful memories.
God was with me and showed himself in various ways throughout my time there. One way that God comforted me with his presence was through my caretaker. God provided one of my very best friend's sister as my burn nurse. She was the person who would change by bandages, clean my burns, take out my stitches, dress my wounds every other day. I was so thankful for her. Her hands were like an angel's. I knew this was God's sign to me that he was with me. I had my bandages changed without medication the whole last week because of dehydration. I was SO thankful for her tenderness and care. Also because she was my best friend's sister, it was like having my friend with me in the most painful times.
I heard every day that child birth was going to be a complete breeze. I told them everyday, it better not be worse than this or I'll pass and just have Sasha for the rest of my life!
Apparently, when on pain killers Sasha and Brandon are all I talk about! By the time I left the hospital everyone knew I was a proud momma of a husky named Sasha Fierce.
She missed me for 2 months!
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