Bed Rest
Well, it has been a week and a half since I got checked into the hospital and luckily I am now home! I went in on a Wednesday, and on Friday I had real hopes that I would get to go home and be with Jayce and Cameron. I was crushed when the nurses told me I wasn't going to be released that night and saying good bye to Jayce was really hard. I was all sorts of emotional.
Cameron had spent Wednesday and Thursday night at the Nardone's (another HUGE blessing for us) but now he was going home with Jayce and I wanted to be with them at home too. Me being so upset made Jayce really sad too and before you know it we were both crying. It was a bitter sweet moment for us. As he walked by the nurses station on his way out he told the charge nurse to take good care of me and that I was having a hard time. I could tell he must have said something because she came into my room a few minutes later and sat down next to my bed and talked to me for a while. She was really kind. After that I could tell all the nurses were trying to give me a little extra TLC and although it was embarrassing and I felt a bit like a baby, I was grateful for their care. I really liked all of my nurses at Sky Ridge.
The next morning Dr. Holub woke me up at 5:30 a.m. to let me know that she wanted me to stay in the hospital until delivery. WHAT. I wasn't quite understanding what she was getting at at first, so I kind of asked, "Sooo...where does my body need to be with everything before I'm allowed to go home?" and she said, "Well, that's what I'm trying to emphasize. Delivery. I would like you to stay here until delivery."
I just kind of nodded and tried to happily accept her orders, but when she left I broke down. I kept thinking of Cameron being passed around from person to person every day for weeks and how difficult that would be for him and whether or not he would wonder where I was. Then I thought of Jayce who would have to worry about dropping Cameron off somewhere every day, picking him up, coming to the hospital, getting dinner on the table for Cameron and all the while trying to stay afloat in school. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
I waited until 6:30 to call Jayce because I knew that was when he was planning to wake up. I immediately started crying, so he he had to decipher the message I was trying to relay. We talked for 10 minutes or so and he spoke words of encouragement to me, but I knew he was also nervous. I let him go so that he could shower and get ready for the day and it gave him time to think it through. When he got out he decided to call his parents and as he was tearfully explaining it to his dad on the phone his mom jumped on and said that she would be here to help on Monday. She's an angel. It was such an answer to prayer.
We were still sad with how things had turned out, but we knew that we also wanted what was best and safest for the babies. Knowing that Jayce's mom would be at home to help Jayce with Cameron every day and that Cameron would have some consistency amidst everything was a HUGE comfort to me. I knew that Jayce's mom really loved Cameron and would really play with him and make him feel loved. I was so grateful that she so willingly volunteered, especially given the lengthy stay.
Easter Sunday was another hard day for me, but I was lucky enough to have the Nardone's visit and two visits from Jayce and Cameron. The next day Grammy Porter came and then everything seemed to fall into a nice rhythm.
Then after 1 week of being in the hospital Dr. Holub consulted with the high risk pregnancy doctor at the hospital and decided that I was doing well enough to be given the choice of staying in the hospital or going home on strict bed rest. HOME PLEASE!!! I was elated. Again though, I owe it to my angel mother-in-law for staying at home with me to help. If she hadn't been there, Dr. Holub wouldn't have allowed me to go home.
I can't believe how nice it is to be home. To sleep in my own bed, to be a part of putting Cameron to bed every night, to watch him play with his toys and with Grammy...it's so much better. I'm still on strict bed rest with just "bathroom privileges" which means I can only get up to go to the bathroom or take quick showers. I've stretched that a little bit, but so far so good! I'm still taking Procardia every six hours. It's been two weeks since I first went into the hospital and I'm now 34 weeks. I went in yesterday for a doctor's check up and everything is looking great in there. The babies still seem to be breach, but that's not the end of the world. I can't wait to hit 35 weeks, because apparently there is a huge difference between 34 and 35 weeks. Things are going great!
Cameron had spent Wednesday and Thursday night at the Nardone's (another HUGE blessing for us) but now he was going home with Jayce and I wanted to be with them at home too. Me being so upset made Jayce really sad too and before you know it we were both crying. It was a bitter sweet moment for us. As he walked by the nurses station on his way out he told the charge nurse to take good care of me and that I was having a hard time. I could tell he must have said something because she came into my room a few minutes later and sat down next to my bed and talked to me for a while. She was really kind. After that I could tell all the nurses were trying to give me a little extra TLC and although it was embarrassing and I felt a bit like a baby, I was grateful for their care. I really liked all of my nurses at Sky Ridge.
The next morning Dr. Holub woke me up at 5:30 a.m. to let me know that she wanted me to stay in the hospital until delivery. WHAT. I wasn't quite understanding what she was getting at at first, so I kind of asked, "Sooo...where does my body need to be with everything before I'm allowed to go home?" and she said, "Well, that's what I'm trying to emphasize. Delivery. I would like you to stay here until delivery."
I just kind of nodded and tried to happily accept her orders, but when she left I broke down. I kept thinking of Cameron being passed around from person to person every day for weeks and how difficult that would be for him and whether or not he would wonder where I was. Then I thought of Jayce who would have to worry about dropping Cameron off somewhere every day, picking him up, coming to the hospital, getting dinner on the table for Cameron and all the while trying to stay afloat in school. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
I waited until 6:30 to call Jayce because I knew that was when he was planning to wake up. I immediately started crying, so he he had to decipher the message I was trying to relay. We talked for 10 minutes or so and he spoke words of encouragement to me, but I knew he was also nervous. I let him go so that he could shower and get ready for the day and it gave him time to think it through. When he got out he decided to call his parents and as he was tearfully explaining it to his dad on the phone his mom jumped on and said that she would be here to help on Monday. She's an angel. It was such an answer to prayer.
We were still sad with how things had turned out, but we knew that we also wanted what was best and safest for the babies. Knowing that Jayce's mom would be at home to help Jayce with Cameron every day and that Cameron would have some consistency amidst everything was a HUGE comfort to me. I knew that Jayce's mom really loved Cameron and would really play with him and make him feel loved. I was so grateful that she so willingly volunteered, especially given the lengthy stay.
Easter Sunday was another hard day for me, but I was lucky enough to have the Nardone's visit and two visits from Jayce and Cameron. The next day Grammy Porter came and then everything seemed to fall into a nice rhythm.
Then after 1 week of being in the hospital Dr. Holub consulted with the high risk pregnancy doctor at the hospital and decided that I was doing well enough to be given the choice of staying in the hospital or going home on strict bed rest. HOME PLEASE!!! I was elated. Again though, I owe it to my angel mother-in-law for staying at home with me to help. If she hadn't been there, Dr. Holub wouldn't have allowed me to go home.
I can't believe how nice it is to be home. To sleep in my own bed, to be a part of putting Cameron to bed every night, to watch him play with his toys and with Grammy...it's so much better. I'm still on strict bed rest with just "bathroom privileges" which means I can only get up to go to the bathroom or take quick showers. I've stretched that a little bit, but so far so good! I'm still taking Procardia every six hours. It's been two weeks since I first went into the hospital and I'm now 34 weeks. I went in yesterday for a doctor's check up and everything is looking great in there. The babies still seem to be breach, but that's not the end of the world. I can't wait to hit 35 weeks, because apparently there is a huge difference between 34 and 35 weeks. Things are going great!
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