ALL IS CALM
Week 31 was a much needed quiet week for me. All the action happened in the room next door.
One night Art and I were talking to our nurse when the nurse in the other room yelled for her come RIGHT NOW. When she returned a short time later, she announced that the patient in the next room had just delivered her baby!!!
Don't they do this everyday, you ask? No, actually. I was in antepartum and they rarely deliver because of the close proximity to L/D. In fact, this was the first baby born on this side of the hall in over a year.
Even sequestered in my tiny little room, I managed to get in the Christmas mood. I decorated a tiny white tree (which has now found its way into Arden's room) with tiny little bulbs, pink ribbon and a bunny tree topper that I repurposed off a gift bag. I even managed to hang some paper snowflakes made from some scrapbook paper from my stash. Christmas cards poured in wishing us all the best. I started hanging those next to the snowflakes, but quickly ran out of space.
The only thing missing was freshly baked gingerbread. Although, gingerbread creamer in my coffee every morning was a pretty decent substitute.
The beginning of week 32 was just as quiet as the week before. My doctor, despite two close calls was encouraged enough to set a new goal of thirty five weeks for baby girl's arrival.
You would think that news like that would thrill me. It in fact, was quite the opposite. The idea of ANOTHER week was almost more than I could bare. That would be another week of poking and prodding. Another week of hospital food. Another week of my tiny little room. I actually cried when he gave me this news. I know he was doing what was best for baby. At 35 weeks the health risks dramatically decrease. Baby can often times go home with mom just like if they were term. But man. I wasn't sure this momma could handle it.
James 1:2-3 was one of the verses that was constantly on my mind.
My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.
I knew the Lord was working on me. It wasn't always pleasant. But His way is always best. He was in control, not me. I could rest assured in that.
One night Art and I were talking to our nurse when the nurse in the other room yelled for her come RIGHT NOW. When she returned a short time later, she announced that the patient in the next room had just delivered her baby!!!
Don't they do this everyday, you ask? No, actually. I was in antepartum and they rarely deliver because of the close proximity to L/D. In fact, this was the first baby born on this side of the hall in over a year.
Even sequestered in my tiny little room, I managed to get in the Christmas mood. I decorated a tiny white tree (which has now found its way into Arden's room) with tiny little bulbs, pink ribbon and a bunny tree topper that I repurposed off a gift bag. I even managed to hang some paper snowflakes made from some scrapbook paper from my stash. Christmas cards poured in wishing us all the best. I started hanging those next to the snowflakes, but quickly ran out of space.
The only thing missing was freshly baked gingerbread. Although, gingerbread creamer in my coffee every morning was a pretty decent substitute.
The beginning of week 32 was just as quiet as the week before. My doctor, despite two close calls was encouraged enough to set a new goal of thirty five weeks for baby girl's arrival.
You would think that news like that would thrill me. It in fact, was quite the opposite. The idea of ANOTHER week was almost more than I could bare. That would be another week of poking and prodding. Another week of hospital food. Another week of my tiny little room. I actually cried when he gave me this news. I know he was doing what was best for baby. At 35 weeks the health risks dramatically decrease. Baby can often times go home with mom just like if they were term. But man. I wasn't sure this momma could handle it.
James 1:2-3 was one of the verses that was constantly on my mind.
My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.
I knew the Lord was working on me. It wasn't always pleasant. But His way is always best. He was in control, not me. I could rest assured in that.