Good Old Sam

So....where do I begin with this blog?? For those that don't know already, or don't know all the details, life has been a bit hectic for the Richardt Family since we returned from our Memorial Trip (see blog below). We got back from our trip this past Monday and on Tuesday morning Todd woke to some unbearable stomach pain. He rushed off to the urgent care near our house and called me about an hour later saying he needed to be rushed to the ER at Good Sam Hospital. I quickly packed up Emily and made a phone call to my mother-in-law and we hit the road. The whole ride down Meridian was the worst thing I have ever been through. I didn't know if Todd was going to pass out or what was going to happen. Fortunately we made it. I don't know how we made it thru but Todd and I sat thru 3 hours in the waiting room of the ER before we were taken back to a bed and then 7 more hours in the ER until they admitted him and got him into good old room #365. There we stayed for the next 3 days and it was like a very bad dream. Every day was new tests and bloodwork and ultrasounds and it was never ending. Turns out that Todd had a very bad infection and some issues with his liver but overall everything is totally fixable and he is on his way to recovery. We were finally discharged from the hospital at 2:30 today and are home and he's resting up. I don't know how we got thru this crazy week.....but I do know who helped. Our friends and family were such a great support and kept us in their thoughts and prayers and checked in daily. And my in laws took Emily much of the week to allow me to stay by Todd's side which was such a blessing in itself. The nurses were all so wonderful and took care of Todd so well, and eased my every worry that I must have worn on my sleves. I'm so thankful that my dear husband is ok and that this whole experience has definitely taught us how fragile our lives are.