An unexpected overnight stay in the hospital, but not baby related

Thursday morning started out like any other morning.  The boys were up to their usual naughtiness, and we went to the library story time before lunch and naps.  I was a bit stressed by a few things but was able to get a nice little relaxing break while the boys were napping.  When the boys awoke, I got them ready to run to get some veggies at Wards, a local grocery store.  Everything was fine until I got in the car and started to drive. I noticed that I wasn't seeing clearly, and everything was almost double.  However, I pushed on because I needed these veggies so we could have our pork chops for dinner.  I thought maybe it was the bright light out but sunglasses didn't seem to help.  At the store, I couldn't focus well and even banged into a lady with my shopping car.  I texted Gabe that I couldn't drive home, but didn't hear from him so just headed home myself and thankfully made it back safely.  As I was pulling into the garage my left arm went numb and I called Gabe and burst out crying that something was wrong with me and I didn't feel right.  He said OK, he'll come home shortly.  I ran inside and threw the groceries in the fridge and got the boys unloaded and ran to my bed to lay down.  My other arm went numb then but by this time my left arm was fine.  I noticed a book on the bed and when I did not recognize the cover or the title, I preceeded to call Gabe and ask where it had come from.  He thought I had gone crazy and answered that the book was "Wuthering Heights", the novel I've been reading and was given from my sister some months ago.  The boys asked for a movie.  They started asking me to watch various movies from their top shelf of DVDs (all the kids movies) and they were handing me the Leap Frog Learning DVD's (which they watch almost daily) but I did not recognize them at all!  I said, "where did we get these, get me a Jesus or saint movie."  They handed me Bernadette and I didn't really recognize it, but put it on anyway and went back to bed.  I called Gabe again and asked when he was coming home and that's when he told me 911 was on their way to make sure I was OK and he was coming as fast as possible.  My mind was fuzzy and my eyes were blurry but I was so upset that he called 911 and I had to be here to greet them by myself.  Anyhow, after they got here I answered their questions as best I could but all I could really say is that I felt strange and I didn't know what was wrong.  I could answer the questions they asked but didn't really know where the answers were coming from in my brain.  They tested my blood sugar level and took my blood pressure and I think my blood sugar level was low.  By then my midwife Jessica had arrived and Gabe and they decided that Gabe should take me to the ER to labor and delivery to check on me and the baby.  My mind was slowly starting to clear and I thought a trip to the hospital wasn't really necessary, but I wanted to make sure the baby was OK.  Thankfully we were able to get in touch with some friends who were able to take the boys to their house.  After checking into the ER around 6pm we found out the baby was fine and they took some blood work.  At around 9:30 the on-call midwife said that the doctors wanted to keep me overnight so I could have an MRI and EEG test done just to make sure everything was working fine in my brain.  I was so tired and just wanted to go home.  (By this time I was feeling totally normal again.)  So, they put me in a room in labor and delivery and then at 10 pm decided they would do the MRI that night.  I finally got into be scanned at 11:30 and it took an hour.  It was pretty much torture.  It was so hard to lay still and the machine was SO loud and if I didn't keep my eyes closed I would have freaked out and got claustrophobic.  I kept trying to pray the sorrowful mysteries in between the classical music and loud noises in my ears  I think I must have said three rosaries although I wasn't able to concentrate as as much as I would have liked.  Gabe left right after my MRI while I was waiting to be taken back to my room.  He ran home to put some meat back in the fridge and get some food, clothes and other necessities.  We finally got to sleep around 2 AM in the little hospital bed.  We were woken up at 7:30 AM by a doctor who wanted to let us know that a medical team would be coming by to talk to us and that I would have the EEG test done and hopefully would be able to go home by 1 PM.  After that doctor left a nurse said they would be taking me down for my test shortly but it wasn't until at least 1 1/2 hours later that I went down.  I was glad I hadn't showered because for the test, the doctor drew all these marks on my head and stuck pieces of tape in my hair.  Gabe thought it looked cool so he took these pictures. 

                                                                   

After the test it was back to my room to wait for the results and be discharged.  Two neurologists came in to talk to me but were unable to find out what the problem was because all my tests had come back normal.  They said it could have been due to low blood sugar, a migraine or high pregnancy hormones.  We were FINALLY let go at 2:30 and I was so happy to get out of there.  It was pretty much torture the entire time and I sort have wished I would never have gone in, in the first place.  However, it is better to be safe than sorry and I did cherish the time I was able to spend with Gabe.  We were so happy to pick up the boys and so thankful to have such wonderful friends who were able to watch them.  I have felt fine ever since and hope this will never reoccur!  Thanks be to God for my health and for the prayers of all my friends and family.