Whew! We just arrived home from nearly a week away, and it was lovely to sleep in our own beds again. The above title sums up the past few days pretty well, but I know you’ll want the full story! As you can guess, the COD family went to a water park on our recent trip. I also got to experience the joys of the emergency room at the local hospital (always fun to be sick when on vacation, right?). Mr. COD finished off the list with his on-campus interview for a university teaching position.
Last weekend was the women’s Christian conference I attended with a friend. Our whole family stayed with their family, so Mr. COD and his buddy hung out with all four kids for the day while my friend and I relaxed and refreshed our spirits at the conference with 2,500 other women. Great speakers and music, plus it was my first full day away from my boys since July. Yeah. My friend asked me if I was having a hard time being away, but I had to admit, NO! It was so freeing to be myself for like nine hours, without anyone needing anything from me.
Our kids had a ton of fun with our friends’ kids and their new puppy. Hanging out in the evenings was great, and it was overall a terrific weekend with old friends (Mr. COD has known the two of them since college, and they are awesome people.)
En route back home on Sunday morning, I knew Mr. COD was getting anxious about his upcoming interview. He’d planned to drive on his own on Monday, interview Tuesday, and drive back late Tuesday night. But we got the idea that having me and the boys along could help him decide whether to accept the job, should he receive an offer. He’d been concerned that the kids would distract him too much, and he needed to focus, quietly, to nail the interview.
Thankfully, he changed his mind and decided we should all come along. We made it a little adventure and decided to stay in a cool hotel Sunday night on our way north. So we got home, hurriedly ate lunch, packed again, and took off that afternoon.
Mr. COD found us the perfect hotel! We got a great deal, $100 for a jacuzzi suite. Not necessary, but with small children it is nice to have separate rooms to help all sleep better. Plus, there was a small water park area for little kids. My kids are still too young for the huge water slides at most water parks, but this was just right. We didn’t have to hold them every second, as we would have had to in a regular pool. Shallow water and small slides and fountains thrilled them to no end!
So, after an hour of water-tastic fun, we returned to the suite to cram the four of us into a jacuzzi tub! My stomach was starting to bother me a little, but I didn’t think much of it.
It wasn’t until after we’d all pulled on our jammies and settled down for TV and a snack that my stomach started hurting in earnest. Mini COD climbed onto my lap and squished my belly and it hurt like hell, so much that I cried out and pushed him off me. Mr. COD shot me a look of concern and said, “Are you sure you don’t have appendicitis?”
NOOOOO! I panicked and wished for the pain to instantly evaporate so I could laugh off his question. Alas, the sharp pain continued as waves of nausea swept over me. Mr. COD was googling symptoms and broke it to me that it sounded like I really might have an appendix issue.
I did not actually throw up (don’t you love all the gory details?), but my rosy-pink complexion after swimming and jacuzzi time had given way to a colorless face. I was now experiencing chills as well, and the abdominal pain hadn’t gone away.
So at about 9:30 pm, I managed to pull on shoes and a jacket while we loaded the boys (still pajama-clad) into the van yet again. Thank goodness for Google maps, which guided us to the hospital emergency room in an unfamiliar town. One kid was asleep before we arrived, so I went inside alone and Mr. COD drove them back to the hotel.
Let me tell you, I turn into a great big baby anytime I’m sick. Throw in the possibility of surgery, and I’m a basket case. All I can imagine are worst-case scenarios, and I imagine us on the news the next day. “Vacation in the Dells turns into nightmare as wife clings to life.” So were the thoughts in my head as I kissed Mr. COD goodbye in the car and glanced back at my precious children.
I had some time to pray and think and watch Golden Girls reruns while I waited for various tests and results. (Why is it that Golden Girls is always on in hospitals? Betty White is rather comforting, I suppose.) No cell service within the hospital contributed to my sense of isolation. I answered the same questions four or five times, had my first ever CT scan (scary but cool), and they eventually found that my appendix was fine. Yay! It turned out I only had “periumbilical abdominal pain”, a souvenir from childbirth. Right by my navel, it simply flared up into massive pain for a brief time that night. Doc said it wasn’t cause for concern and I was free to go.
Statistically, I realize that an appendectomy is a very common surgery, and rarely a huge deal, but with any surgery there’s always risk. So my fears definitely took over as I worried over my diagnosis, whether I’d be okay, who would watch the boys so Mr. COD could be with me as I recovered, and whether he would have to miss his big interview. A bit of guilt entered my mind as I recalled my relief in being away from the kids on Saturday. Now all I longed for was to hold my little guys again.
Of course, I know that Mr. COD would never place a job interview over me or my health, but I still didn’t want to mess up his plans. And the friend who went to the conference with me on Saturday would have watched the kids for us (we asked her right away when we thought my condition was serious).
I was so looking forward to snuggling with my babies once I got back! I hated having to call my husband at 2 am, especially since he had only returned to our hotel around midnight and the boys would be asleep. But he got them back in the car and drove back to pick me up. I waited in the lobby, half-asleep on a couch, half-listening to a Mike and Molly episode.
How ironic that the one time we spring for a suite and have such comfortable beds, we end up only sleeping in them for about four hours! Oh well. No surgery and no more abdominal pain? Nothing but thankful!
The remainder of our trip was positive. The kids handled the car ride fairly well (God bless the in-vehicle DVD player). The scenery was pretty and the university put us up in a comfortable waterfront hotel for two nights. While Mr COD was in his daylong interview on campus, I took the boys out to play in the dusting of snow by our hotel. After the mild winter we’ve had, the bracingly cold wind was especially hard to endure!
We watched a bunch of PBS Kids and then I drove around a bit. I took the kids to Aldi for a few picnic supplies for the return trip, then meandered through neighborhoods to get a sense of the place. The main reason we went along was so I could see the city and area in person, to determine whether I could visualize us living there. Otherwise, if he got the job offer, we’d have to go back in a few weeks so I could see the town before he would accept the job.
My verdict so far: yes. I can see us living there. It’s definitely colder than the southern states I’d started to dream of, but the lake is gorgeous. The area has an aquarium, zoo, and children’s museum; those all are pluses for us these days! Plus, there’s an Aldi, haha?. It has a couple of Acts 29 network churches, which is sort of like a denomination. Our current church is part of that network and we absolutely love it.
It’ll be a few weeks before Mr. COD gets an answer, and he still has interviews lined up at other schools this spring. However, I can say that he really liked what he learned in his meetings with various faculty and the dean. He can see saying yes easily if they offer him the job.
Now…we just wait. I’m trying not to think too much about the monumental task of packing and moving. The idea of leaving the area where I’ve lived for nearly fifteen years makes my heart sad, for sure. We’ll see what happens. Lots of things are up in the air right now, but we’re okay with whatever happens. A medical scare has a way of improving one’s perspective, right? We’re so grateful for our health and our family. Stay tuned for updates!