Yesterday Angela called to tell me she'd spent the weekend in the hospital. She'd been diagnosed with bronchitis Thursday, part of that day's drama. Saturday night she was in such pain she called an ambulance. Remember the poor girl is without wheels.
Turns out, the infection (from bronchitis) went to her kidneys, as I understand it. And, with all the coughing, they think she broke a rib - but because of the pregnancy she didn't get an x-ray. From what I've heard, a broken rib is downright painful. My mom still tells stories of her broken rib with pregnancy #3, which was 30 years ago!
Angela was scheduled for her weekly OB appointment today, but Little Rock is in the midst of an ice storm. However, the good news is: some super-duper great friends in Little Rock have signed up to take her to the rest of her doctor appointments! I am so grateful. Two of them, I haven't even met face to face. Y'all RAWK.
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Sunday I shared that my mother-in-love is ordering a cake for Jesus' b-day. Here's
for secretly hoping for a Cake Wreck submission an email from my MIL: