These last 2 weeks in the hospital have been similar to our hospitalization before schedule-wise, but have been a lot better mentally and emotionally than our last hospitalization. The few weeks before my water broke were kind of emotional torture. I was leaking a lot and having frequent contractions, and counting contractions for several hours each day. I was worried about going in to the hospital and worried about not going in.
Being admitted was very scary, but also kind of a relief.
Now I can let someone else worry about my contractions, we will be here if anything happens, and if anything changes I can tell someone right away and have a whole team of Dr.s and nurses in my room to take care of Calvin at a moment’s notice.
Last time we were really worried things wouldn’t get better, and hoped each day for good news and a discharge. But we kept getting bad news.
This time we are happy with how far along we are, and each day that I stay pregnant is wonderful news! And there is an end in sight, and we know we will be admitted until he comes – so there is no anticipation of maybe going home each day.
Last time the nurses came in several times each night for meds and vitals. This time they come in around midnight at a little before 6 am, but never in between (unless I want them to – which I never have.) Last time I was in a lot of pain still from the surgery, and the water in the shower was luke warm. This time I’m not in pain, just having lots of contractions, and the water is hot! (I think I let enough people know it wasn’t warm enough, and someone along the line fixed it!)
Last time Nate was with me the whole time – this time he’s had to work, so it’s been a little more lonely. But his Dr. lets him come in late, after rounds, and she’s aware that he might have to leave at any moment, which is comforting.
This time I’ve had a lot more visitors – my parents, Nate’s parents, some ladies from the ward, friends I’ve made at the Ronald McDonald house… and more.
So it really hasn’t been that bad, besides the nerves from knowing Calvin can come at any second.
And here are some pictures of our life here:
Nate’s bed roll. Our fridge is in the closed cupboard on the bottom left.
We turned our IV pole into a coat rack. No one seemed to mind.
Panorama of the spa-like bathroom.
My messy bed.
Room 4210 – by the end of our time here I will have spent a whole month in this room. So glad to be here and not our initial room, 4203.
We decorated our door with signs we made at the teen lounge.
M-F: 8 am – 11 pm
Sat: 9 am – 12 am
Sun: 9 am – 11 pm
*Nurses, Doctors, Family and Friends Always Welcome
I’m not sure why Nate picked the hours he did, but the open sign flips over and says CLOSED on the back.
One of the cupboards is a closet.
Nate’s bed – as a couch
Nate’s bed – as a bed
The diaper cake from my baby shower, I love using it to decorate our room.
The maternal fetal floor laundry room –
Getting ready for baby!
I often use my wheelchair as a shopping cart – to go fill up my water bottles, do laundry, etc.
Or as a walker. Because I want to walk instead of sit, and no one really ever yells at me here!
I have been putting thank-you cards off for a month now – I learned how to make these awesome scrubbies from crochet, and I wanted to send them with all my thank you cards. Unfortunately I keep giving all the scrubbies to the nurses, doctors, room service people, cleaning ladies…. so this weekend I gave up on that idea, and wrote all my thank-yous – without the scrubbies
We had a LOT of people to thank!! So many people have been so good and kind to us.
The view from my bed- LOTS of cards! It’s what happens when you have a baby shower, birthday and Valentine’s Day in the hospital – in one week.