First of all, I want to thank you for all of your prayers and kind thoughts. When I get discouraged, I remember all of the people who are praying for me, my baby, and my family and it encourages me to know that so many people are surrounding us with their care.
I've waited to write anything more in hopes that I might have something more to share, but I'm afraid that life on the ante partum unit is not unlike life anywhere else. No news is good news. I'm still pregnant and the baby seems healthy. We can only wait and see where this is going. There is nothing I can do to help the situation other than to lie very, very still. All day. Every day. As much as I pity Peter's burden in all of this, I can bet you that he doesn't envy me a jot. I had been thinking of this as a version of Mommy Jail, but it occurred to me that even prisoners have recreation programs and physical fitness hours. I do have internet access, however, and someone to bring me water. I wager that the food is about the same, though.
So, here I am, trying to keep my spirits up and not spend too much time worrying about the baby or how things are going at home. Luckily, I know the kids are being well cared for by family and friends. They have been able to be with people they know and with whom they are comfortable. We are trying to keep them home most of the time, so that they can have some stability and structure to their lives. The person making them the peanut butter sandwich might change, but at least they will be home.
The great irony in this, of course, is that our kitchen is still set to be demolished on July 28th. So, even though they will be home, our house is going to change a great deal. At least they will be there to see the changes happen as the work progresses. It won't be too great a shock if they are there to watch and understand what is happening. I'm afraid that for me it will be more like falling asleep in the car and not knowing where I am when I wake up when I finally am able to go home again.
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6 comments:
Thanks for the update! Sorry to hear about the lousy food (can family and friends smuggle in good stuff for you?). Thank goodness for Internet access! And are you able to do any knitting, too?
just stopping in for a virtual visitor's hours visit. Still thinking of you! New kitchen, wowee! You know on my last few long car rides (well one was an ambulance ride, lol)...I really wished I could just go to sleep and not wake up till the trip was over. I've heard kitchen re-models can be such a disruption.
Do you get to have your lap top or some sort of continuous access to a computer? Guess, nows the time to surf and not feel guilty for it.
I'll stop in again each day,
See you tomorrow
I recall thinking when I did my nursing clinicals that the ante partum unit was the hardest. The moms were often in such scary situations, and they were isolated from their children and other loved ones. I recall one mom (pregnant with triplets or quads, or something) crying, and feeling so helpless that I couldn't do anything to make it better.
I'm glad you are able to access the internet and be able to connect with the outside world in at least a small way.
I think of you often, and am saying lots of prayers. :)
I'm sitting here reading your previous post with tears in my eyes. I think you got it right when you said the word "Grace". I will pray and pray for Gods grace and hope. I am SO proud of what a strong woman you are. If you can knit, let me know and I will mail you a care package to the hospital.
lots of love.
Oh Sarah. We miss you. I'm going to visit you more now that I'm well and can't give you any bugs. I know the days are going by slowly, but Chris and I are feeling so grateful that so many days are going by at all. Take care honey!
Oh Sarah. We miss you. I'm going to visit you more now that I'm well and can't give you any bugs. I know the days are going by slowly, but Chris and I are feeling so grateful that so many days are going by at all. Take care honey!
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