I'M DREAMING OF A BABY FOR CHRISTMAS?!?!
Just a week before Christmas, we reached 33 weeks. After three "episodes", we were thrilled to make it that far. However, I was getting restless. I'd now been in the hospital for a whole month only leaving my room twice. I was extremely unsettled about trying to make it another two weeks. Unsettled might actually be an understatement. I was pretty scared. I was also amazingly tired. You know that "tired before baby comes" tiredness? Yep. I was feeling it.
There were some bright points to my week. I had visitors most days. I even received mail. You know you've put down roots when that happens.
The lady in the room next to me had her baby. It had to be her second. When the siblings met for the first time, number one was not so happy with being dethroned. He was all sorts of happy until they would show him baby. Then the wailing would ensue followed by roars of laughter from what I can only assume was mom, grandma and aunts.
All of these little things helped break up the monotony of my days.
Things were happening all around me. I'm not sure if all these babies were trying to beat the Christmas rush or if there was a full moon, but it was a hectic week for all of the staff.
Woman were coming and going and yet I was still here. That was good. We wanted that. But part of me was starting to really feel like a caged animal. Emotions were running high. My poor husband looked ragged and run down. In a way, I think this was more difficult for him. He worked all day, ran little errands for me before coming to the hospital each night. I appreciated and looked forward to his visits. But one night, I did tell him it was time for him to leave. I was crabby. He was crabby. We needed and craved "normal" again.
Since the last episode, things were even more restrictive for me. How is that possible, you ask? My only real freedom left was showering which was restricted to every other day and I had to sit on a stool instead of standing.
I had started the countdown of Baby Girls' arrival by the number of IV sites. We were down to four (I averaged a new IV every two or three days) which meant we were less than twelve days from our ultimate goal of 35 weeks. On Monday, December 22 I got to go for an ultrasound (little did I know this would be my last). Baby Girl weighed in at 4lbs, 3oz. I even got some great pictures of her tiny little lips. I loved my ultrasounds. It was a chance for me to escape my room. But I also had grown really fond of two of my techs. Funny enough, there names were Heather and Jodi. (My sisters' names)
Tuesday, December 23 started out like any other with one exception. My doc came in and finally set a date. He first came in and set it for January 2nd. He said however, they were busy so that would probably change. Not long after, he came in again and said that it would be January 1st and he was coming in just for me. I was pretty chipper this day. I was texting my hubby and my sister to let them know the date. At 10:25 I posted to Facebook, "all these woman coming in for c-sections and inductions. Don't they know I was here first".
Shorty after, they began monitoring.
I was 33 weeks, 5 days
There were some bright points to my week. I had visitors most days. I even received mail. You know you've put down roots when that happens.
The lady in the room next to me had her baby. It had to be her second. When the siblings met for the first time, number one was not so happy with being dethroned. He was all sorts of happy until they would show him baby. Then the wailing would ensue followed by roars of laughter from what I can only assume was mom, grandma and aunts.
All of these little things helped break up the monotony of my days.
Things were happening all around me. I'm not sure if all these babies were trying to beat the Christmas rush or if there was a full moon, but it was a hectic week for all of the staff.
Woman were coming and going and yet I was still here. That was good. We wanted that. But part of me was starting to really feel like a caged animal. Emotions were running high. My poor husband looked ragged and run down. In a way, I think this was more difficult for him. He worked all day, ran little errands for me before coming to the hospital each night. I appreciated and looked forward to his visits. But one night, I did tell him it was time for him to leave. I was crabby. He was crabby. We needed and craved "normal" again.
Since the last episode, things were even more restrictive for me. How is that possible, you ask? My only real freedom left was showering which was restricted to every other day and I had to sit on a stool instead of standing.
I had started the countdown of Baby Girls' arrival by the number of IV sites. We were down to four (I averaged a new IV every two or three days) which meant we were less than twelve days from our ultimate goal of 35 weeks. On Monday, December 22 I got to go for an ultrasound (little did I know this would be my last). Baby Girl weighed in at 4lbs, 3oz. I even got some great pictures of her tiny little lips. I loved my ultrasounds. It was a chance for me to escape my room. But I also had grown really fond of two of my techs. Funny enough, there names were Heather and Jodi. (My sisters' names)
Tuesday, December 23 started out like any other with one exception. My doc came in and finally set a date. He first came in and set it for January 2nd. He said however, they were busy so that would probably change. Not long after, he came in again and said that it would be January 1st and he was coming in just for me. I was pretty chipper this day. I was texting my hubby and my sister to let them know the date. At 10:25 I posted to Facebook, "all these woman coming in for c-sections and inductions. Don't they know I was here first".
Shorty after, they began monitoring.
I was 33 weeks, 5 days