It's been one full week of bed rest today. It went by really fast with all of the wonderful visits, emails, phone calls, etc. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm getting stir crazy. I'm not yet, and I don't like even thinking about it. Of course it would be nice to get outside and go for a walk. It would be nice to just walk to the end of the hall and back, but I can't let my mind go there. I have to accept that the best chance of life for our babies is to lie flat in this hospital bed. I am ok with that; I just kind of wish other people would get on board as well. Hearing comments about how miserable bed rest must be is not all that helpful. I feel so blessed to even be able to carry these little miracles! I have been hearing tons of success stories with women going on bed rest as early as I am, some even earlier, and carrying their babies to term. Those stories are wonderful and I hope to be passing mine along several months from now.
Today the nurse said that I am the most stable patient on the floor. I am thankful for that. I am happy that I can shower and go to the restroom as I please. Some people don't have that privelege. I am thankful that I have so many friends and family to visit me. Some people here aren't so lucky. Sometimes women arrive by careflight because they live in small towns without a hosptial with a good NICU. Their loved ones can't make a 2 hour drive here and back home very often.
Observation of the day: I have seen every single Friends episode several times, and I continue to watch the show every time I come across it on tbs or the cw...it just makes me smile, and I know I'm not the only one (right, Karen?). Anyway, the episode with Phoebe going in to labor with her brother's triplets was on and I just had to laugh. Could they not at least have her waddle? I mean, no woman carrying triplets to full term is that mobile and that comfortable. Most women carrying one baby even waddle a little at the end.
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