Sunday my daughter visited me and as always I filled her up with hugs and kisses. I combed her hair and we watched a movie. She ate and played. Then she decided it was time to go. So she pointed to the door, got my shoes and said Mommy up. She was ready to go. Mommy was ready to go also. I tried explaining as best I could to my 2.5 year old that Mommy has to stay. She threw her jacket on the floor and refused to pick it up and put it on. Under no circumstance did she want to leave without Mommy and she was doing her best to let us know that she was not happy. I sat in the room crying while listening to my daughter's cries getting softer as she walked farther away from the room.
Of course, I knew that Daddy was in for a long night. Daddy later told me that she really was sad and that he had to lay down with her that night and talk to her until she dosed off.
No one every tells you how much your heart breaks when you see sadness in your child's eyes and realize that you do not have the ability to put the joy and spark back into her eyes. Even worse is knowing that you are the cause.
I once again I start to feel like I am putting one child's well being over another. My unborn child's health verses my toddler's emotions and desire for her Mommy.
Guilt floods my soul. All I can do is cry and pray to the Lord.
Lord please keep the joy and peace in my daughter's soul. Don't let the sparkle in her eyes or the gentleness of her character go away. Take away all sadness. Send your angels to comfort her to sleep. When she dreams let her dream of Mommy holding her tight or chasing her through the park and swinging her in the air. Always let her laughter fill the house. For her laughter is medicinal to our home and anyone within hearing distance. Most importantly allow her to feel your presence and your peace as you hold her close and surround her with your love and protection. She is your child first and mine second and no one can care for her better than you. Continue to provide her Daddy your guidance, love, peace and strength during this time so that our little girl remains strong and feels loved. Lord this is the prayer of a Mother's love. This is a prayer from your child for her child. This is a petition and prayer that I make in your son Jesus Christ name. Jesus who is my intercessor. Jesus who knows what each individual tear drop means as a say this prayer. In the mighty matchless name of Jesus Christ. A name above all names. Lord I pray this prayer. Amen.
I would love to say that after praying the guilty feeling went away. It didn't. However the tears stopped flowing. I felt a little stronger knowing that my God would put peace in my toddler's heart and soul.
A scripture in Romans comes to mind: we rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
I wonder - whose character is being developed in this situation? Mine or my 2.5 year old or both.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Room Temperature Drama
OMG! The temperature in this room has a mind of its own. First it was ridiculously cold. I slept with 5 blankets because the maintenance person could not get the thermostat calibrated correctly. Arrrggghhhh! The nurses brought me warm blankets through the night.
Apparently it was not just my room the entire floor was cold. So the morning maintenance folks got the temperature back to normal except in my room. It was 85 degrees. The hubby came with my little one and thought he was in a sauna. LOL!
Another maintenance person came to the room and finally at 7 p.m. the temperature was fixed. But now I have the beginnings of a cold. My nose is a bit stuffy. I pray that this will not turn into a cold.
Maybe today will be better. My wonderful hair stylist has arranged for my hair to be braided today. Yeah!
Also today is week 27. Yippee! No contractions. No pain. No swelling. No bleeding. Nothing. Hmmmm wonder if I can begin bargaining with the doctor for a discharge at 28 weeks.
Apparently it was not just my room the entire floor was cold. So the morning maintenance folks got the temperature back to normal except in my room. It was 85 degrees. The hubby came with my little one and thought he was in a sauna. LOL!
Another maintenance person came to the room and finally at 7 p.m. the temperature was fixed. But now I have the beginnings of a cold. My nose is a bit stuffy. I pray that this will not turn into a cold.
Maybe today will be better. My wonderful hair stylist has arranged for my hair to be braided today. Yeah!
Also today is week 27. Yippee! No contractions. No pain. No swelling. No bleeding. Nothing. Hmmmm wonder if I can begin bargaining with the doctor for a discharge at 28 weeks.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
True Friends Are Not Friends - They Are Family
Yesterday was amazing and as I write this blog I fight back tears of happiness.
Yes, I am still in the hospital. And yes, I am still restricted to bed rest. However, I had visitors. First a wonderful couple that I have known for 7 years stopped by with a loaf of homemade banana bread. Because their four beautiful girls were disappointed that they could not visit they had a video of the girls telling me hi. Ohhhh how beautiful. Now when I have a tough or depressing day - I have one more vision in my arsenal to brighten my day. The stories MC & CC told me about the girls had me so tickled but also helped increase my confidence that the hubby and I will be able to handle raising two girls.
As if my heart was not already overwhelmed and filled with love and appreciation. The ladies from my Mommy's group decided to change their scheduled Mommy's outing to visit me. And just when I thought it could not get any better one of the Mommy's handed me a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich and garlic fries. Man does E. know me well. Then C gave me cookies from the best bakery in the area. Yummy! The oatmeal and raisin cookies made me want to smack the baker it was that good. LOL! And L gave me a slice of cake with chocolate chips. WOW! Everyone offers to help the hubby with our little one. We talked about our children, work, husbands. Our hubby's went to Vegas and us Mom's have not had our trip away from home yet because they keep getting us pregnant. We have big plans in the making for our trip away. And they will have to watch 2 children instead of 1. Yippee.
But I digress.
We eventually talked about what landed me in the hospital. Just then the doctor on call that day walks in and wouldn't you know it. This is C's doctor. How funny. With concerned looks they begin asking the questions my Mom, Husband, Sister and Brother would ask. They ask the questions I forgot to ask. Their inquiries are purely one of concern for me an my baby.
I am humbled even more. My heart begins to overflow. And I am reminded of scripture in Romans 12 that states: Love must be sincere. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.
It is not until everyone leaves that I realize that somehow without my knowledge my family has increased. They have become my sisters and brothers. No this did not happen because of the visit. It happened before the visit. I just did not realize it until now.
Little do they know that I am fiercely loyal and devoted to those that have become family. But I hope that they all know that I truly love and appreciate each and everyone one of them. I pray that God always smiles on each one of them.
Yes - Yesterday was an amazing day.
Yes, I am still in the hospital. And yes, I am still restricted to bed rest. However, I had visitors. First a wonderful couple that I have known for 7 years stopped by with a loaf of homemade banana bread. Because their four beautiful girls were disappointed that they could not visit they had a video of the girls telling me hi. Ohhhh how beautiful. Now when I have a tough or depressing day - I have one more vision in my arsenal to brighten my day. The stories MC & CC told me about the girls had me so tickled but also helped increase my confidence that the hubby and I will be able to handle raising two girls.
As if my heart was not already overwhelmed and filled with love and appreciation. The ladies from my Mommy's group decided to change their scheduled Mommy's outing to visit me. And just when I thought it could not get any better one of the Mommy's handed me a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich and garlic fries. Man does E. know me well. Then C gave me cookies from the best bakery in the area. Yummy! The oatmeal and raisin cookies made me want to smack the baker it was that good. LOL! And L gave me a slice of cake with chocolate chips. WOW! Everyone offers to help the hubby with our little one. We talked about our children, work, husbands. Our hubby's went to Vegas and us Mom's have not had our trip away from home yet because they keep getting us pregnant. We have big plans in the making for our trip away. And they will have to watch 2 children instead of 1. Yippee.
But I digress.
We eventually talked about what landed me in the hospital. Just then the doctor on call that day walks in and wouldn't you know it. This is C's doctor. How funny. With concerned looks they begin asking the questions my Mom, Husband, Sister and Brother would ask. They ask the questions I forgot to ask. Their inquiries are purely one of concern for me an my baby.
I am humbled even more. My heart begins to overflow. And I am reminded of scripture in Romans 12 that states: Love must be sincere. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.
It is not until everyone leaves that I realize that somehow without my knowledge my family has increased. They have become my sisters and brothers. No this did not happen because of the visit. It happened before the visit. I just did not realize it until now.
Little do they know that I am fiercely loyal and devoted to those that have become family. But I hope that they all know that I truly love and appreciate each and everyone one of them. I pray that God always smiles on each one of them.
Yes - Yesterday was an amazing day.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Bed rest in a Hospital Does Not = Rest
After the shock of finding out that I had to be in the hospital for a long long did I say long time. I decided to try to find the bright side. No dishes to clean. No house to clean. No clothes to wash. No toys to pick up. No chasing after the little one after a long day at work (actually I miss that part of my day.)
But the most important one . . . . wait for it. . . wait for it. . . . 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Ahhhhhh can you hear the heavenly music playing. Well scratch that record (for my younger readers - records is how we listened to music before MP3 and CD's). I still have my Prince 1999 album.
The first thing I learned is that bed rest (and this is not an educated answer it is only my opinion) means I am physically confined to the bed preferably in a lying down position. The goal is to prevent me from putting pressure on my cervix which is already more than 50% shorter than it should be at this time. According to the doctors my cervix should be between 2.5 and 3 centimeters but is 1.43 centimeters. Fascinating huh?
Anywho. . .Bed rest does not = sleep. Let me explain by describing my first few days in the hospital.
The baby has to be monitored as well as my contractions. This required that I have two circular monitors the size of a big cookie and about 1/4 inch thick strapped to my belly. Now one would think in an age of wireless computers that the monitors are wireless but nooooooooo. I was tethered to a computer by two wires.
Then there is the medication (Nifedipine - helps prevent contractions) which I have to take every 6 hours and also Prometrium (helps prevent prelabor) which is given once a day. The nurses had to take my vitals (blood pressure, oxygen level, temp) before giving me the Nifedipine because it reduces blood pressure. Vitals along with routine questions were also taken at each of the shift changes. Don't forget to include breakfast, lunch and dinner. So my typical day went like this:
2 a.m. - awaken to take Nifedipine
6 or 6:30 a.m. - awaken to monitor the baby, take vitals, answer questions
8 a.m. - breakfast, vitals, Nifedipine, Colace, Vitamins
9 a.m. - 12 p.m. - shower, Dr visits, room cleaned, nutritionist takes menu for next day, physical therapist visit
12 p.m. - lunch (yeah hubby visits)
2 p.m. - Nifedipine, vitals, monitor baby
3 p.m. - 5:30 p.m. -Snack and dare I take a nap
5:30 - 6 p.m. - Dinner (sometimes visit from hubby and my little one)
7:00 p.m. - Shift change vitals and questions
8 p.m. - Nifedipine, Colace, vitals
10 p.m. - Prometrium and baby monitored
11 p.m. - Sleep until 2 a.m. when it starts all over again.
Hmmm - not quite the 8 hours of continuous sleep I was expecting.
But God smiled on me and yesterday the Dr. agreed to have my 2 a.m. Nifedipine given to me at 12 a.m. and to allow me to rest uninterrupted from 12 a.m. - 8 a.m. Also, because the baby appears to be healthy in my belly she is only monitored once a day for 30 minutes. So now I only have one monitor on all day and so far so good my contractions have been few.
So call bed rest what you may but make no mistake about it. Bed rest for my unborn baby should really be called Life Saving Life Changing Rest.
Glory to God because today we have made it to week 27 of my pregnancy. Praise God for the little victories.
But the most important one . . . . wait for it. . . wait for it. . . . 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Ahhhhhh can you hear the heavenly music playing. Well scratch that record (for my younger readers - records is how we listened to music before MP3 and CD's). I still have my Prince 1999 album.
The first thing I learned is that bed rest (and this is not an educated answer it is only my opinion) means I am physically confined to the bed preferably in a lying down position. The goal is to prevent me from putting pressure on my cervix which is already more than 50% shorter than it should be at this time. According to the doctors my cervix should be between 2.5 and 3 centimeters but is 1.43 centimeters. Fascinating huh?
Anywho. . .Bed rest does not = sleep. Let me explain by describing my first few days in the hospital.
The baby has to be monitored as well as my contractions. This required that I have two circular monitors the size of a big cookie and about 1/4 inch thick strapped to my belly. Now one would think in an age of wireless computers that the monitors are wireless but nooooooooo. I was tethered to a computer by two wires.
Then there is the medication (Nifedipine - helps prevent contractions) which I have to take every 6 hours and also Prometrium (helps prevent prelabor) which is given once a day. The nurses had to take my vitals (blood pressure, oxygen level, temp) before giving me the Nifedipine because it reduces blood pressure. Vitals along with routine questions were also taken at each of the shift changes. Don't forget to include breakfast, lunch and dinner. So my typical day went like this:
2 a.m. - awaken to take Nifedipine
6 or 6:30 a.m. - awaken to monitor the baby, take vitals, answer questions
8 a.m. - breakfast, vitals, Nifedipine, Colace, Vitamins
9 a.m. - 12 p.m. - shower, Dr visits, room cleaned, nutritionist takes menu for next day, physical therapist visit
12 p.m. - lunch (yeah hubby visits)
2 p.m. - Nifedipine, vitals, monitor baby
3 p.m. - 5:30 p.m. -Snack and dare I take a nap
5:30 - 6 p.m. - Dinner (sometimes visit from hubby and my little one)
7:00 p.m. - Shift change vitals and questions
8 p.m. - Nifedipine, Colace, vitals
10 p.m. - Prometrium and baby monitored
11 p.m. - Sleep until 2 a.m. when it starts all over again.
Hmmm - not quite the 8 hours of continuous sleep I was expecting.
But God smiled on me and yesterday the Dr. agreed to have my 2 a.m. Nifedipine given to me at 12 a.m. and to allow me to rest uninterrupted from 12 a.m. - 8 a.m. Also, because the baby appears to be healthy in my belly she is only monitored once a day for 30 minutes. So now I only have one monitor on all day and so far so good my contractions have been few.
So call bed rest what you may but make no mistake about it. Bed rest for my unborn baby should really be called Life Saving Life Changing Rest.
Glory to God because today we have made it to week 27 of my pregnancy. Praise God for the little victories.
Friday, August 27, 2010
My Little One Visits Me
My toddler came running in the room yelling Mommy. What music to my ears. Her soprano voice almost brings tears to my eyes. She has her little routine now. We give each other hugs and lots of kisses. Her giggles ring through out the room. I kiss her and make her laugh until shes had enough. What makes me laugh myself to tears is that she keeps turning her head from side to side so to make sure that I kiss her on both sides of her face and neck.
She then takes off her jacket and shoes and starts playing with the buttons on the bed. The fact that she is able to make the bed move in a number of directions makes her start laughing all over again. I am sure these motions are not good for my "bed rest" so I move to a safe area while Daddy controls the situation.
During this time I take a moment to look at her hair. Daddy washed it for the first time yesterday. He did a great job. Even put barrettes in her hair. Good thing I put lots of braids in it so he did not have to comb it. Mommy still has to have some control - even from the hospital room.
She then has to take time to eat dinner that Daddy brought with him. Of course she wants Mommy's snacks and since I feel so guilty of not being home I give in. Daddy complains that she is getting "sugared up" and will be in for a long night because she will not go down easy at her 8:30 bedtime. I say it will be okay. After all its the weekend. Daddy chuckles meaning "yeah right". God Bless him he is a good man. I can see he is tired. Hopefully, the little one will sleep in longer and give Daddy a chance to rest longer.
Normally we would take a wheelchair ride around the hospital but I realize Daddy is very tired. I opt to put in a Backyardigan's DVD so the little one and I can have snuggle time. She hops up in the hospital bed with Mommy pulls up the cover on both of us, snuggles up under me and start watching the movie. One of the nurses pops a bag of popcorn for us and my little one and I have our private time eating popcorn and watching a movie. Somewhere during the middle of the movie she turns to me and says tickle Mommy and tries to tickle me. This lasts for a few short seconds before her attention is back to the Backyardigan's. Daddy is in the corner playing Sudoku. I am now totally convinced that Daddy is addicted to Sudoku.
The movie is over. Daddy says its time to go bye bye. My little one gets out of the bed and pulls on me and says "Mommy Up". She gets my shoes and makes me put them on. I fight back tears. I say "Baby get your shoes". I put on her shoes and jacket. She starts to walk towards the door then runs back to me and gives me a hug and kiss. I kiss her until she giggles. Daddy gives me a kiss. I say I love you. My baby says her version of I love you and then "See you tomorrow". They walk out the door. I smile but my feelings are bitter sweet. I am happy that my baby is not crying when she leaves Mommy behind and sad that I am not walking out with them.
Its about 8:30 p.m. The visit was about 2 hours. During those two hours this room was filled with sunshine unlike any other. All three of my babies were here. Daddy, my little one and the one on the way. Thank you Lord! I am blessed.
She then takes off her jacket and shoes and starts playing with the buttons on the bed. The fact that she is able to make the bed move in a number of directions makes her start laughing all over again. I am sure these motions are not good for my "bed rest" so I move to a safe area while Daddy controls the situation.
During this time I take a moment to look at her hair. Daddy washed it for the first time yesterday. He did a great job. Even put barrettes in her hair. Good thing I put lots of braids in it so he did not have to comb it. Mommy still has to have some control - even from the hospital room.
She then has to take time to eat dinner that Daddy brought with him. Of course she wants Mommy's snacks and since I feel so guilty of not being home I give in. Daddy complains that she is getting "sugared up" and will be in for a long night because she will not go down easy at her 8:30 bedtime. I say it will be okay. After all its the weekend. Daddy chuckles meaning "yeah right". God Bless him he is a good man. I can see he is tired. Hopefully, the little one will sleep in longer and give Daddy a chance to rest longer.
Normally we would take a wheelchair ride around the hospital but I realize Daddy is very tired. I opt to put in a Backyardigan's DVD so the little one and I can have snuggle time. She hops up in the hospital bed with Mommy pulls up the cover on both of us, snuggles up under me and start watching the movie. One of the nurses pops a bag of popcorn for us and my little one and I have our private time eating popcorn and watching a movie. Somewhere during the middle of the movie she turns to me and says tickle Mommy and tries to tickle me. This lasts for a few short seconds before her attention is back to the Backyardigan's. Daddy is in the corner playing Sudoku. I am now totally convinced that Daddy is addicted to Sudoku.
The movie is over. Daddy says its time to go bye bye. My little one gets out of the bed and pulls on me and says "Mommy Up". She gets my shoes and makes me put them on. I fight back tears. I say "Baby get your shoes". I put on her shoes and jacket. She starts to walk towards the door then runs back to me and gives me a hug and kiss. I kiss her until she giggles. Daddy gives me a kiss. I say I love you. My baby says her version of I love you and then "See you tomorrow". They walk out the door. I smile but my feelings are bitter sweet. I am happy that my baby is not crying when she leaves Mommy behind and sad that I am not walking out with them.
Its about 8:30 p.m. The visit was about 2 hours. During those two hours this room was filled with sunshine unlike any other. All three of my babies were here. Daddy, my little one and the one on the way. Thank you Lord! I am blessed.
7 Weeks of Bedrest in Hospital
I don't expect anyone to view this blog but I have to do something to maintain my sanity.
When I was 25 weeks pregnant my Doctor determined that my cervix was short. Very short. She informed me that this leads to preterm labor and immediately sent me to the hospital. Hubby was out of town and my toddler was in preschool so arrangements had to be made for my little ones care. 3 hours later I was in the hospital.
The first 24 hours consisted of taking medication to prevent contractions, 2 shots of steriods which helps develop the baby's lungs in case of premature birth and montioring the baby and my contractions. Yep I said contractions and at 25 weeks that is really not a good thing.
24 hours later I was advised that I would be in the hospital until I reached 32 weeks. WHAT?! WOW that was unexpected and of course spending 7 weeks in the hospital was not part of the game plan. Not to mention I would miss my little one something terrible. Oh and I would miss the hubby too.
So after the tears and pity party I prepared myself to spend one week in the hospital. After all, I have a toddler that needs her Mama. Well the first week has come and gone and the Doctor has not changed her mind. But now I am allowed a wheelchair ride once a day so I can get some fresh air which ultimately helps prevent me from becoming depressed.
The neo-natal Dr. visited to discuss all of the complications that could occur in a baby born at 25 or 26 weeks. It did not help that I also watched the medical channel and witness the birth of a baby at 26 weeks and everything the Dr said could happen, happened to the little girl on the show. Heart surgery at 26 weeks. My goodness. That really put things in perspective. This little one really needs to stay cooking in Mama's belly for as long as possible. I have to get over feeling guilty that my toddler is not going to have Mama in the house for a couple of months. She is healthy and Daddy is taking good care of her. Not to mention the support from my Mommy's group and family is outstanding. I have to spend this short time focusing on the health of this little one that has to keep cooking in Mama's belly so she can be healthy as well.
My days are fairly routine. Medication is taken at 8 a.m. 2 p.m. 8 p.m. 10 p.m. 2 a.m. Baby is monitored once every 8 hours. Contractions are monitored all day long. Breakfast 8 a.m., snack 10 a.m. lunch 12 p.m. snack 3 p.m. dinner 6 p.m. The food is not bad and you can get "healthy" snacks almost anytime of the day. Of course I have my stash of goodies that my Hubby brought. The nurses are awesome. They are my link to the outside world. Sometimes I ask for them to leave the door open so I can hear voices and conversations. Believe me it is nothing like Greys Anatomy. I have not heard of any affairs with doctors yet. LOL! But seriously the nurses are great.
Today the Dr. agreed to reduce the amount of time the baby is on the monitor. The baby still has a lot of room in my belly so it is hard to get a 30 min reading of her heart. She will not stay still. Not to mention this one kicks the monitor every time. The nurses get tickled by it. Can girls be football players? Also, Dr agreed to change the 2 a.m. medication to 12 a.m. so I can get at least 6 or 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Yeah.
My time is spent playing on the computer, finding movies on Netflix that I can watch on the computer, completing latch hook projects, reading and spending time in worship. When I wake up and realize that my spirits are low, I remember why I am doing this and find strength from my faith in God.
The Hubby is bringing our little one to the hospital today. Her smile lights up the world for me. Her hugs and kisses warms my heart and soul. Soon as I get my hugs and kisses she hops in the bed and starts playing with the bed controls. Up down up down up down. I comb her hair. She eats my snacks. We watch Backyardiagns or Yo Gabba Gabba. Take a ride in the wheelchair. All the while my Hubby looks at us lovingly while shaking his head and smiling at the craziness we cause. Then again he may just be thinking that he really needs to get a boy dog to balance off the fact that he will have three girls in his house after the baby is born. Man is he out numbered.
Well - 1 week down and 6 to go.
Bedrest Mama
When I was 25 weeks pregnant my Doctor determined that my cervix was short. Very short. She informed me that this leads to preterm labor and immediately sent me to the hospital. Hubby was out of town and my toddler was in preschool so arrangements had to be made for my little ones care. 3 hours later I was in the hospital.
The first 24 hours consisted of taking medication to prevent contractions, 2 shots of steriods which helps develop the baby's lungs in case of premature birth and montioring the baby and my contractions. Yep I said contractions and at 25 weeks that is really not a good thing.
24 hours later I was advised that I would be in the hospital until I reached 32 weeks. WHAT?! WOW that was unexpected and of course spending 7 weeks in the hospital was not part of the game plan. Not to mention I would miss my little one something terrible. Oh and I would miss the hubby too.
So after the tears and pity party I prepared myself to spend one week in the hospital. After all, I have a toddler that needs her Mama. Well the first week has come and gone and the Doctor has not changed her mind. But now I am allowed a wheelchair ride once a day so I can get some fresh air which ultimately helps prevent me from becoming depressed.
The neo-natal Dr. visited to discuss all of the complications that could occur in a baby born at 25 or 26 weeks. It did not help that I also watched the medical channel and witness the birth of a baby at 26 weeks and everything the Dr said could happen, happened to the little girl on the show. Heart surgery at 26 weeks. My goodness. That really put things in perspective. This little one really needs to stay cooking in Mama's belly for as long as possible. I have to get over feeling guilty that my toddler is not going to have Mama in the house for a couple of months. She is healthy and Daddy is taking good care of her. Not to mention the support from my Mommy's group and family is outstanding. I have to spend this short time focusing on the health of this little one that has to keep cooking in Mama's belly so she can be healthy as well.
My days are fairly routine. Medication is taken at 8 a.m. 2 p.m. 8 p.m. 10 p.m. 2 a.m. Baby is monitored once every 8 hours. Contractions are monitored all day long. Breakfast 8 a.m., snack 10 a.m. lunch 12 p.m. snack 3 p.m. dinner 6 p.m. The food is not bad and you can get "healthy" snacks almost anytime of the day. Of course I have my stash of goodies that my Hubby brought. The nurses are awesome. They are my link to the outside world. Sometimes I ask for them to leave the door open so I can hear voices and conversations. Believe me it is nothing like Greys Anatomy. I have not heard of any affairs with doctors yet. LOL! But seriously the nurses are great.
Today the Dr. agreed to reduce the amount of time the baby is on the monitor. The baby still has a lot of room in my belly so it is hard to get a 30 min reading of her heart. She will not stay still. Not to mention this one kicks the monitor every time. The nurses get tickled by it. Can girls be football players? Also, Dr agreed to change the 2 a.m. medication to 12 a.m. so I can get at least 6 or 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Yeah.
My time is spent playing on the computer, finding movies on Netflix that I can watch on the computer, completing latch hook projects, reading and spending time in worship. When I wake up and realize that my spirits are low, I remember why I am doing this and find strength from my faith in God.
The Hubby is bringing our little one to the hospital today. Her smile lights up the world for me. Her hugs and kisses warms my heart and soul. Soon as I get my hugs and kisses she hops in the bed and starts playing with the bed controls. Up down up down up down. I comb her hair. She eats my snacks. We watch Backyardiagns or Yo Gabba Gabba. Take a ride in the wheelchair. All the while my Hubby looks at us lovingly while shaking his head and smiling at the craziness we cause. Then again he may just be thinking that he really needs to get a boy dog to balance off the fact that he will have three girls in his house after the baby is born. Man is he out numbered.
Well - 1 week down and 6 to go.
Bedrest Mama
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