Everything is still status quo, but it’s Monday and I’m not going home from the hospital today. Probably not tomorrow either.
This mostly boils down, once again, to what I call my “clusterfuck of life timing” issue. Because I am having preterm contractions now at this moment, when we – me & the boys – are only 26 weeks and 5 days along, and because of my positive Fetal Fibronectin test, the medical team is understandably nervous about sending me home.
Now, they would have sent me home if I could take Procardia, a medication that stops contractions, but I seem to react badly to it. I tried to take another low dose this afternoon but within 15 minutes I had heart palpitations that made me feel like I was in a full blown panic. Man did that suck. There are other medications they can use to stop contractions, but none of them look like a good long-term bet for me right now, so I think the plan is to just watch me here and make sure I don’t go into labor.
They will probably keep me here until we hit 28 weeks, which would be next Wedneday. At that point they said they might be more comfortable with “watch and wait” at home. But we’ll see. As I now know, anything can happen in a week.
I am pretty okay with this plan, as much as I want to go home. I’d rather be bored here than home biting my damn nails over every flutter or tightening in my belly. We’ve come a long way to get to this point and I will do anything, anything at all to keep the guys in there gestating for as long as possible.
A little while ago a 14 year old Chaplain (okay, maybe she was 26?) came in and asked me if I wanted her to pray over me. It was so awkward, but I felt bad for her so I said okay. She rambled a little, “Um, God, um, heavenly father, dear Lord um please be with um Amy here today…” and I tried to look serious – but it really wasn’t easy.
Besides that, they brought me a cannoli and a cream puff this afternoon and asked me if I wanted tea or coffee. And the pastries? They were totally edible!
As long as wireless holds and the boys stay put, we’re doing just fine.
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I haz a mission for if you get really bored: try to convine the Chaplain to join a certain virtual world, build a church there and start converting virtual souls before they end up in virtual purgatory!
If you succeed, I’ll learn how to do that ‘create socks for newborns with only some wool and two chinese eating sticks’ and start praying I have at least twelve weeks left to finish two pair & mail them to you! Do you think they’ll like pink?
okay…here are my hospital bedrest tips…After 11 weeks I think they were about ready to name a wing after me….
1) Get a Blanket, Pillow,Towel from home…hospital stuff is crap
2) Keep your hands busy…learn to knit, paint by numbers, play soduko….whatever will keep your hands moving ….it makes up for not being able to move any of the rest of you.
3) get a blockbuster membership( no late fees!) a potable dvd player, and a good pair of earphones.
4) get a good cooler and have your husband pick up a bunch of staples, like fresh fruit, orange juice, snackables—hospital food is BAD and it doesn’t get better with time.
5) those little clip onto the book LED lights work great in the middle of the night when you don’t want the huge flourescent overheads on.
6) and perhaps the most important one….get a sharpie and mark your babies usual positions on your belly with a little dot. The frantic searching for heartbeats in the middle of the night when the nurses do their shift changes gets old really fast.
Don’t be surprised if in a few days you have a meltdown…I had more then one…it’s normal, and the nurses and doctors won’t think any less ofyou afterwards.
chin up…You can do it!
Awwh, that’s kind of a bummer. What about Thanksgiving dinner? (I think about food too much.)
Well thanks for all the well wishing everyone. As it turns out, they let me come home before I thought they would. I am on strict bedrest at home, which is still better than hospital. Everyone will have to wait on me now, and I’m okay with that!