The First 48--long boring post sorry!
48 hours down....??? how many more to go. The little vinyl saying posted above my panty door "One day at a time" has a whole new meaning for me. I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I have found myself here in this situation. This is not me...
**rewind**rewind**rewind**
84 hours earlier...Thursday December 16th
I was home watching Bridger and Brynzi play outside in the snow and having a great time. Then Brynzi decided that she missed her sisters terribly and decided to wait for them at the bus stop. It was so cute. She was slowly riding her wiggle car down the road sobbing for "Tostol" (crystal) and Bailey. I scooped her up to take her back inside and get her warmed up. I neglected to think about the icy section on the edge of the driveway, or the fact that I was wearing crocs and 27 weeks pregnant carrying a 24 lb 2 year old. Oh so gracefully I fell on my rear. No big deal really. My hand took the brunt of the fall, but later that evening I noticed that something wasn't quite right.
Friday, December 17th
Of course I shrugged it off. We had plans to finish up all of our Christmas and birthday shopping on Friday. I told myself that if I had any more signs that I was possibly leaking amniotic fluid I would immediatley go to the hospital. I even packed an overnight bag for the kids just in case. But everthing seemed okay. We got home later that afternoon with no event. I started dinner. I knew I was really achey. I knew I needed to lay down. But there was dinner to cook and dishes to do, the animals to feed. I just kept going.
Around midnight I finally decided I should go to bed. Thats when I really realized what was happening. My water had broke and I was only 28 weeks to the day pregnant. I called my doc. He told me to go the the new Murray hospital since it would have the capabilites to care for my baby if I ended delivering. This also meant that my Dr. would not be able to take care of me anymore as he does not have privleges at Murray.
You see movies where the woman goes into labor and the husband is freaking out. Mark is always in control it seems. While my world was spinning violently out of control he was there to calm me and give me a blessing. Thankfully, my brother was staying the weekend with us so we were able to get in the car and leave without worrying about the kids.
Saturday December 18th
We arrived at the hospital just after 1Am. I was an emotional wreck. I was scared. I was worried. They checked us into a room and called for the resident. I was having a hard time with this. I really just wanted Dr. Smith not some on call resident. In walks this really young guy....disshevled hair, shaggy beard and a r-e-a-l-l-y s-l-o-w southern drwal. In my head I was screaming "You have got to be kidding me!" I could also tell that he was pretty nervous about my situaltion. My membranes had totally ruptured. I had 5 previous c-sections. I was also contracting every 3 mins according to the monitor (though I couldn't feel them). Things were not looking great.
I received the first of 2 steroid shots and they started pumping me full of IV antibiotics and fluids. They told me that if I could make it through the first 48 hours things would be much better for my baby. Hoestly, I freaked when they told me that they hoped that I would be in the hospital for hopefully a month to a month and a half.
The kids were able to come visit me later that day. It was so good to have them bouncing all over my room! My nurse for the day Lori grew up with 10 brothers and sisters and she was so great. She brought them tons of crackers and cookies and juice. It was Rooker's birthday and he was able to open his presents there in the room. They ended up staying for I think close to an hour. I must say that I am SO grateful for 2 amazing moms who are there to help me out!
Monday, December 20th
So here I sit...or lay rather. To the bathroom and back to bed. No chair or couch. But things are really looking good. Ultra sounds have looked good. I am feeling great. The baby seems content to stay where he/she is. No contractions or anything like that and the longer we can keep it like that the better! I have come to terms with the fact that it is much much better for me to sit in this bed, my back and toush somewhat uncomfortable than have a 2 lb baby.
My goals for right now:
1. No delivery
2. Stay positive
3. Be happy
4. "One day at a time"
I must say that I am looking forward to my first massage ever on Tuesday. My CNA yesterday is also the licensed massage therapist for ladies just like me. I imagine my back will LOVE it!
Sorry for the long post. It is more for me than anyone else. This is as close to a journal as it gets for me!
Posted in: on Monday, December 20, 2010 at at 5:19 AM
Amy, I hope you keep your spirits up. You can do this! Your Heavenly Father knows you and is watching over you, your baby and the rest of your darling family! There are so so so many people who are ready and willing to help you and Mark. Your right, one day at a time!
I'm glad you wrote this down. You will be glad to look back on it someday. Just remember, you can't stay in the hospital forever... it's a relatively short time compared with a lifespan. Take full advantage of the rest situation!!! You, of all people, NEED the rest and pampering. Everything is being taken care of at home and with the kids so just keep your spirits up and "try" to enjoy your much needed "break". ;)
Thanks for the post. Keep a positive attitude I think that will do wonders! You have a lot of people praying for you. I agree with Sadie Take Advantage of HAVING to Rest!
xox