Scary Night

So, I haven't been blogging much lately because I've been very busy and because I had a gingival graft (gum surgery) done on Tuesday. The gingival graft was not pleasant to say the least, but it had to be done, so I did it. They moved some of my gums from my upper mouth to some other areas in my mouth that needed some extra "help". I've been putting this off for some time, but I finally decided to take care of it. They didn't put me under for the whole process, so I was crying the whole time and the nurse was wiping my tears for me...it was terrible!! The day of the surgery I was very uncomfortable, but I gradually progressed over the next couple days. Aaron has been fabulous the whole time...getting me anything I needed and being very sweet. By Friday, I was still uncomfortable, but started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I had a great day yesterday (Saturday) and even said to Aaron "I think that I'm healing up fairly quickly now", but I should have knocked on wood or something....

Last night at a little before 3am, I woke up coughing and could taste a little bit of blood in my mouth, so I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. (Brace yourself...this may get a little disgusting...seriously). I turned on the light and realized that I was bleeding profusely from my mouth, but I didn't know where. I was coughing because the blood was gagging me. I started to panic, but then calmed myself down and went in to the bedroom to wake up Aaron. As I was gagging, I mumbled to Aaron, "I'm really sorry hun, but I need you to get up and help me...I'm bleeding very badly and I can't stop it or figure out where it's coming from." Aaron popped right up. I had already left the bedroom and was in the bathroom leaning over the bathroom sink when he walked in. The poor guy looked at the sink, and there was blood everywhere (literally...I had been coughing up a lot of it). He rubbed my back for 2 seconds and asked me what can he do to help. By that time, I was crying and saying I can't figure out how to stop it. He took another look at me and BOOM!...Aaron had hit the floor...passed out cold. It was only for 5 or 10 seconds, but it scared me to death. I probably scared him to death and that's why he passed out. As soon as he woke up, I forced him out of the bathroom and closed the door. I couldn't have him passing out on me again. He called the emergency line for my periodontist, and to make a long story short, we stopped the bleeding with a tea bag in my mouth and some pressure (doctor's orders). It turns out that I had a blood clot come through some of the stitches in the top of my mouth, and it caused excessive bleeding. Apparently, this type of thing is somewhat common, but I didn't remember a thing they told me on the day of the surgery, so I didn't know...how can they expect you to remember things like that when you're in pain? About an hour later, Aaron and I were both back in bed...exhausted from all the commotion.

My sweet husband really was a good sport last night. I'm so glad that he was there...even if it was on the other side of the bathroom door. He called the emergency line, talked me through what to do, and grabbed the teabags for me. It was a whirlwind of an evening and a heck of a way to get woken up, but praise the Lord we're both okay. It really wasn't as bad as it seemed at the time, but it sure gave us both a fright. Now that it's later in the day, we're laughing about it, but at the time, it was one scary night.

I'm praising God today for a wonderful husband!!

Surf-N-Santa

Yesterday morning, Aaron and I ran in the Surf-N-Santa race. It was a 10 mile race down at the oceanfront. It was Aaron's longest run ever, and he did a fabulous job! It was great having him by my side for the whole race. Running with someone else is always more fun than running by yourself. The race was a lot of fun, and we're so glad we did it. Maybe in a couple months, I can convince Aaron to do a half-marathon with me...we'll see. 

 (right after the race)

(later that evening with our race pullovers and our medals)