Friday night was in full swing. Dinner was over and it was almost movie time. I don't remember anything specific triggering the pain in my back-it was just a sudden lightning bolt down the left side of my body. I couldn't put any weight on my left foot, and any movement triggered muscle spasms of epic proportion. I have never had serious back problems before, and I knew this had something to do with my sciatic nerve (probably baby A pinching it). As I collapsed to the floor, I called to Tommy for help and tried to adjust my body so that the spasms would stop. After a few minutes on the floor, we tried to get me up and to the couch. It was an effort that took probably 5 minutes to walk 5 feet. Once I was settled on the couch I tried to relax as much as possible so that the pain would dull. Being 8+ months pregnant it's not easy to sit still. I am constantly trying to adjust my body to get comfortable. But every time I tried the spasms would start again. Being the avid water drinker that I am, I knew I would have to get up and go sometime soon, and probably frequently throughout the night. After an hour or so on the couch, I tried to get up to go to the bathroom. The pain was so intense that I started shaking and felt a little dizzy. Other than labor, I have never felt pain this bad. It was making me nauseous and have mild contractions. Probably because I was tensing all of my muscles. We decided that going upstairs and laying on the bed would be the best option, so Tommy picked me (or all three of us) up and carried me upstairs and to my room. When he laid me down the spasms started again and so did my tears. The pain was almost unbearable and I couldn't imagine getting through the night. I probably go to the bathroom 3-4 times in the night, and I roll over numerous times. At this point I could barely lift my head without lightning bolts of pain in my lower back. Of course Tommy figured out a plan and brought in the computer chair (it has wheels) and wheeled me to the bathroom from bed. The night was long, but I managed to get rest (after many prayers) and before long it was morning. My back was still very sore, but the spasms had stopped and I could move again. I was lucky enough to stay in bed all day Saturday and by dinnertime I actually was able to walk downstairs on my own. I am so thankful that this ordeal happened over a weekend.
I am also thankful for a loving husband who stood by my side, carried me and made me feel like everything was going to be ok.
