Yes, my last post and all of my twitter updates were super whiny. I acknowledge that.
It's easy for me to see that now that I'm sitting on the nice, cushy purple couches in the lobby waiting for Kyle to pick me up (those beds are NOT comfortable). The doctor and nurse both agreed that since my fall was last night, I should be safe to leave now (they came to this agreement after my pleading and crying . . . shameless, I know). It's not that I want to put the health of my baby at risk . . . I just really felt like everything is ok and that lying there an extra 12 hours wasn't really going to tell us anything different. They agreed.
My stay at the hospital was not relaxing. It was not a nice break. I was among mothers and their crying children (imagine that . . . on a a L& D floor) and was surrounded by people with sandwiches and buckets 'o chicken while I was not able to eat a thing. It was miserable.
Before I left, the doctor did sit with me and let me know that although she thinks there's very little risk of placental abruption from the fall, that my visit did show that the amount I was contracting when I came in this morning and afternoon is not ideal. She said I was dehydrated and that I likely need to be taking it easier than I am.
Then she asked the dreaded questions: "Are you working? What do you do for a living?" I was tempted to say, "I have an online stationery business and work at a computer." Because that would be true. Well, half-true.
Alas, I did tell her the whole truth about working at a camp, and I will heed her warning. As much as I love what I do and love to work, I would never do anything to jeopardize the health of my sweet baby boy.
I was kind of bummed because I thought that I had been taking it easy. I thought that my pace was slower. And I guess it is compared to most summers. But maybe not compared to what most pregnant women should be doing. The irony of it all is that at my check-up next week, my doctor will probably ask if I've been exercising and will most likely remind me to stay active.
I'm tempted to feel like this day was a complete waste of time and money, but here are the things I'm thankful for today:
1. I got to listen to my baby boy's heartbeat for 8 hours straight and it was a constant reminder of how blessed I am. Actually, I spent quite a bit of time chasing his heartbeat with the monitor. That kid moves a lot.
2. That kid moves a lot. I'm so thankful for that. This morning, his movement was slow and seldom and I was so scared. I no longer take the kicking for granted. Remind me of that at 2 AM or so.
3. I had lots of time to do nothing but pray for some of the troubled campers that I encountered last night . . . whew - more on that later.
4. I'm glad that I did come in so that I could find out how dehydrated I am and discover how much I'm contracting so that I can be intentional about getting more rest. I spent the whole day hooked up to an IV and am well hydrated again! The rest part . . . I'll be working on that.
5. Our staff has had a chance to really shine . . . we've been so impressed with how (we've heard) that they've handled things while we were gone. We were already down to the bare minimum of staff and when we left the last two days, Kylie was there to manage everything herself. And she's done a great job!
6. Coming home to Jack was so great. I didn't get to say goodbye to him this morning and I really missed him. I was so excited to see him and didn't even care that the first words out of his mouth to me were, "I want to not see mama. I want to see grandma!"
There's a lot more to be thankful for, but I have some things to do before my head hits the pillow tonight. Thanks to everyone who sent their prayers and well-wishes!
5 comments:
There's no place like home...and your own bed, huh? Hope you can get some rest.
Pregnant, hormonal, hungry women stuck in a hospital room where others are eating are allowed to whine.
At least that's my two cents.
Glad you get to go home! And please take the doctor's orders - don't work too hard and be sure to REST. Although I'm not sure if you exactly know the definition of rest, based on all that you do. :-) (I, on the other hand, may go a little too far towards the other end of the spectrum...) Look at this summer as an opportunity for your staff to shine and for them to build those all-important leadership skills. ;-)
Sorry to hear about your hospital drama that is not fun at all!!! Glad to hear that everything is ok and that you were able to talk your way out of having to be there for a longer period of time. Take care of yourself, you're in the home stretch now (or atleast I think that 32/33 weeks would be considered that, but maybe it's more like 38 weeks? lol), enjoy your weekend!
Hang in there. It's hard to stay positive I know. I stopped working at 32 weeks. Was it hard and did I feel lazy? Yes. Did I wonder if everyone was over-reacting taking me off so early? Yes. Then I got put on bed rest at 37 weeks. Was it hard and did I feel lazy? Yes. Did I feel like everyone was over-reacting? Yes, until I checked my blood pressure. You can feel just fine, and not be.
When we had a completely healthy baby, was I glad I had followed all the orders and took it easy? Absolutely.
This too shall pass. Take it easy and enjoy your time with Jack. Soon he will have to share all the attention with a little brother.
You are allowed to have whiny moments when you are pregnant and I think your fall was a blessing in disguise! Your dehydration was identified early thereby preventing a potential early delivery thereby preventing a lifetime of potential problems that can result from an early birth. Okay, a little dramatic, but you get my drift. Everyday I pray for the spiritual and physical protection our family and especially baby boy #2. God sure does answer in interesting ways. I'm not sure what God was trying to say to Kyle though ... you know, the ankle thing ... maybe just be more careful?:)
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