Another hospital trip

So much has happened in such a short amount of time.
Just to finish off the conclusion of my last post :
My dad came in around midnight and apologized. He told me he was sorry if he made me feel bad or anything and he knows times are hard and I'm doing the best I can. He told me he didn't want me to leave or anything and he wants to help with the kids until I can finish school if that's what I feel is best. Justin sent over his resume and he's actively been getting calls from the company in regards to his application and the possible hiring process.
So I had decided to go to school and attempt that route and hope Justin gets this job and that dad will be able to help until Justin can financially afford us and we can get our own place.

Plot twist. I'm back in the hospital. Maybe that's not really a plot twist. I've been in the hospital how many times since Noel's pregnancy alone? Maybe it was to be expected.

Sunday we went to my moms house and we were eating dinner over there. I started to get what I believed at the time to be gas pains so we left and I went home to take a hot shower and see if it would relax the pain. JK, it didn't help. A couple hours later I was in pretty bad pain and could barely walk, so I asked my dad to take my to the ER. He drove me in and I got a catscan while there. On the catscan they found that I had early appendicitis and I had to be prepped for an emergency appendectomy surgery in the morning starting at 8 am. I was so scared.
I ran into a problem while still in the ER before being given a room. They didn't want Justin or Noel staying with me. I broke down and started having panic attacks and I cried so hard. I didn't want to cut into the milk supply I had just pumped for school, I didn't want Noel to scream all night without me, and I didn't want to be at the hospital alone. Those were my concerns about them going home. I was so heartbroken. But they had to leave and they had to use the milk I had pumped. Noel did much better at home with Justin than expected though, so that was good to hear.
Since the surgery my bladder and intestines apparently "went to sleep" and they sort of shut down. They stopped working. Which caused me agonizing pain for a couple days. I was in the worst pain ever. They sent me home the day after my surgery, on Tuesday, but I was right back in the ER Tuesday night by ambulance because my pain was so severe. I was vomiting so badly due to the pain and I was crying, it was just awful.
It's now Friday and I am feeling much better. I was able to take a shower today and I've been walking a bit more. I can't wait to go home. I'm not allowed to eat anything except super soft, mushy, and disgusting food. Ugh. I am starting to hate being here now.

My dad has been here everyday for me but my mom has only visited a couple times. My grandmother stopped by once, my cousin April did, and so did my aunts Linda and Beverly. Oh and my aunt sent pushy bible Christians to shove God down my throat today. -.- I told them my baby had to eat and they had to leave because he was breastfed. But they didn't leave for about a half hour. I was trying so hard not to laugh at the shit they were telling me to believe in.
Scott has been taking Lailah to see me for a couple hours everyday after school. I'm hoping maybe tomorrow I'll get more time with her since it's Saturday tomorrow.
And Justin has been taking work off recently to help with Noel since I can't.

So here I am, back in the hospital, waiting to go home!

Ohhhh and Liz texted me randomly today a picture of Bennett and said, "I hope you have a great day!" Not sure what that was all about but I'll take it.