Sometime early Friday morning ( probably around 1 or 2 AM ) I was woken up by the strangest, scariest pain I have ever felt. It literally felt like my insides were twisting up in my stomach while being burnt at the same time. I had never felt anything like this before and it honestly scared me. I tried to calm myself down, thinking "This is going to go away any second, don't worry". I continued thinking that for about five minutes (which felt more like an hour to me ) as I gripped the side of the bed trying to focus on something other than the pain. I realized that the feeling wasn't going to go away anytime soon. I started to panic because it hurt so bad and was nothing I was familiar with, I was sure I was going to need to go to the hospital.
I shook Jason awake and told him "Hun, something is wrong." I explained to him what I was feeling. He popped up and started to rub my back and asked me what he could do for me. I told him nothing. He asked if we needed to go to the hospital. I told him we might need to. He leaned against the wall and pulled me back to lean against him and he just held me, reassuring me that he was there.
After a couple minutes I felt the pain slowly begin to subside and then completely disappear. I told Jason that I thought it had finally gone away, that it had started to fade and now I couldn't feel it anymore. After that I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in two seconds.
The next morning as we got ready for the day Jason said "Well, last night was a pretty interesting experience!". "Was it?" I asked. "Yeah, when you had your stomach pain." he replied. "Why was it interesting?". "While I was holding you I said a prayer that your pain would go away and right after I finished is when you told me it was gone."
So cool. Not only did my Heavenly Father answer a prayer and help me when I was in need, but my husband knew that I needed him to pray and ask for help when I couldn't.
