Calling the husband before surgery and other lessons from the past week...

I promise a post with photos of Jocelyn's birthday and celebrations will be coming soon, but trust me when I say that you DO NOT want any pictures along with this post!

I apologize for not posting in a while, but I have good excuses! A few weeks ago my skin began itching like crazy due to some pregnancy-related rash (one of my OBs said it was PUPPP, another wasn't sure - either way, something about this little boy made me want to tear off my own skin!). That's when the blog first went quiet. Unfortunately, that was only the beginning of the story, and it was the easiest part of it ...

A little over a week ago, a small cut formed below my knee from my scratching at the rash. It started to look a little reddish but not too bad ... until Monday, when it became painfully, bright red, and swollen. It got increasingly worse over the next couple days and - long story short - turned into a nasty staph infection. To treat it, I'm on strong antibiotics and was given an antibiotic ointment, but by Friday it was bad enough to warrant a minor surgical procedure called an I&D (incision and drainage). I go back to the doc tomorrow morning for follow-up, and we'll find out the results from the culture they did of the bacteria by the middle of the week, at which time we may change antibiotics if this strain of staph is resistant to the ones I'm on now. (Please pray that will not be necessary, since the current antibiotics are safe for Robbie, while the ones I would have to switch to may not be.)

Things I've learned:
-That Lee expects me to call him before I have surgery. Seems like a logical request, but it didn't occur to me to call him until after they did the procedure on Friday. Oops!
-That local anesthesia isn't as effective when you're pregnant as it is when you aren't. Ouch!
-That being limited to Tylenol for pain in these circumstances is no fun. Yikes!
-That when sweet friends - like Norma and Heather - suggest that I should rest, I should listen. I overdid it in my refusal to postpone or cut back on Jocelyn's birthday celebrations (which were on Saturday, beginning about 16 hours after my minor surgery). Once again, ouch!

I am now resting and haven't left my bed since about an hour after we returned from church. I don't think we'll make it to the Sunday school Superbowl party, but I'm okay with that. Thanks for your prayers!