A Night to Remember

Sterling and I went to bed last night about midnight, planning on a decent night’s sleep. Didn’t happen.

Sterling woke me up (unintentionally) about 3 a.m. this morning. He was curled up in bed, clearly in pain.

Initially, we thought he was just having stomach or intestinal cramps, but the pain intensified. He could hardly move, but he finally made it to the bathroom. Once there, he didn’t know which end he should take care of first, and he finally just laid down on the floor, writhing in pain.

I felt helpless. I had no idea what to do. I took my laptop in there, desperately searching for some kind of information that would help. (Like the Internet is the best place to go for credible medical advise—I know, I know.)

Finally, we decided we had better head to the hospital. Sara and Sean and their kids are staying with us for a few days, and so I went to wake them up and tell them what was happening. Sean asked Sterling where the pain was, and almost instantly said, “Dude, you’ve got kidney stones.”

He made the diagnosis from his own experience—he’d had his own run-in with kidney stones less than two months ago. He started having sympathy pains just thinking about it, and so I figured I’d better get Sterling out of there as quickly as I could.

Sterling and I spent the better part of this morning in the hospital, and sure enough, Sean was right—Sterling had kidney stones.

After several hours, they sent us home with a fistful of prescriptions and strict instructions to stay on top of the pain. “Don’t be a hero,” the nurse said firmly. “If you do, I guarantee you’ll be back here!”

The pain is excruciating! I’ve talked to several people who compare it to childbirth, only contractions at least ease up once in awhile! It was sobering to see my sweetheart in such intense pain. There were moments at the hospital where he looked almost dead—pale, lifeless, terrible! It made me realize how grateful I am for him and how much I love him!

I brought him home, and the girls gathered around in deep concern. None of them can remember their daddy ever going to the hospital, or even really being sick. Sterling has always been incredibly healthy, and his tolerance for pain is pretty high, so it was scary for all of us to see him like that.

Needless to say, I’ve set my alarm around the pain meds and I’ve given him explicit instructions—if you have an ounce of pain, you let me know! We do NOT want a repeat of this morning.

Once the meds kicked in, he was feeling much better, and the girls gathered around to give him snuggles before he went to sleep. We’re just hoping that this passes (in more ways than one—smile) as quickly as possible, and that we can have our healthy Sterling back soon!