It’s the little things…

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Today marks 10 days in the hospital. We had an ultrasound today to check amniotic fluid, dopplers (blood flow from placenta to baby), and babybugs activity. Everything looked better! However, they aren’t comfortable letting me go home. So, it looks like I’ll be stuck here. Although, I have to say out of all hospitals, this is not a bad place to be. This picture is a the mountain view from my room! Plus the nurses are pretty amazing. They have really made this experience as pleasant as it possibly can be. My Doctor said today that I don’t have to be on the fetal monitor 24/7. Now I just have to be on it for 1 hour every 8 hours. That means I might get a full nights sleep AND I could even go and sit on the couch on the other side of the room. I can even take two wheel chair rides per day since I don’t have to be tied to my room. It’s the little things… who knew that sitting on a couch, taking a shower, going to the bathroom and hopping in a wheelchair would be the highlight of my day?!

Feelin’ the Love!

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Since I’ve been here, it’s been a bit of a roller coaster. First off, knowing that your baby is possibly in harms way and she isn’t even here yet is hard to swallow. On top of that, being yanked out of your life and told you can’t walk (except to go to the bathroom and shower once/day) is a very hard concept. I know I am luckier than some… some people have to use a bed pan and might even have to lay flat all day. I am just not allowed to walk… so I can sit up in bed and even in a chair. I’ve been hooked to the fetal monitor basically 24/7 but have been prescribed a wheelchair ride once a day to get some fresh air. That has been amazing! But my saving grace has been the support I’ve received from friends and family.

Since I have been here, people have been calling, emailing, texting and stopping by. My room is filled with beautiful flowers and I have been given more trashy magazines and books than I can get through in a year. I received a  yummy and beautiful edible arrangement… should have taken a picture before I started chowing! One friend even sent me some funky socks with grip on the bottom to keep my feet warm and stable on these cold and slippery hospital floors. Friends have been bringing food and snacks every day so I don’t have to endure too much hospital food. My mum flew from Maine to be with me even though she was just here and she had to leave her seasonal shop that starts getting busy right about now! And last but not least- my husband has been my saving grace. I don’t think, actually I know I wouldn’t be able to get through this without him by my side. He is keeping me sane and holding down the fort without me. I just can’t wait for me and babybug to be back home with him… although we will happily wait at least 2.5 more weeks for that. We’re not ready yet!