It has officially been one week checked into "Hotel Hospital"... which means 8 days since I have worn shoes, been outside or changed Grace's diaper. I'm hanging in there, doing my best to stay positive-- I realize what a gift it is we discovered I was dilated and at risk for delivery and that we have now had an opportunity to give our baby girl her best chances for survival- clocking in at 25 weeks and 3 Days today. I also keep reminding myself that while the days seem long, bedrest and pregnancy are just temporary - even if things go great, I can't be pregnant forever and will hopefully have a beautiful baby girl to bring to our new home early next year!
The challenges seem to multiply as the days go by. My body is deconditioning rapidly (I've already lost 4 pounds) and more than once I've contemplated selling my soul to the devil for just one day of cuddles with Kellydog (who has been my emotional break for 7 years through everything) and a full day with Grace. A few nights ago I was informed that my visits with Grace are numbered as soon the "Flu-Season Restrictions" will be in affect, meaning no visitors under age 18 in any part of the hospital. Every time it is mentioned I burst into uncontrollable tears and the hospital staff is being wonderful about trying to find solutions - they say maybe they will let me in a wheel chair to meet them outside, but I still have yet to leave the confines of my beige 10 x 14 hospital room since arrival so keeping expectations low.
The nurses are all amazing, taking great care of me and lingering just a little longer when they can tell I need a friend. Apparently I have a reputation for being Martha Stewart-- organized- hmmmm - they've all been impressed that within hours of being admitted I had Google Shopping Express delivering organizers and necessities to make the stay more bearable.
Feeling blessed by the bounty of visitors- my mom & Grace pop by at least twice a day, friends swinging by at all hours spoiling me with treats, and I've really started looking forward to my dad visiting on his way home from work each night- giving us a chance to chat just the two of us. Silver lining- I am so grateful for the personal time I've had an opportunity to spend with loved ones, memories in the making.
There are no updates on any medical interventions or anything, we are just monitoring at this point and fortunately receiving fantastic results with each session. Sleeping better now that the IV is out and I am allowed to wear my own comfy clothes (accessorized by blood-clot prevention boot machine and contraction & fetal HR monitors, obviously). We are classified as "stable" at this point but won't do any ultrasounds or exams to see if we have progressed until something "eventful" occurs- contractions, infections, reaching week 28, etc. so status is really unknown. They say every day a baby "keeps cooking" means 3 fewer days in the NICU-- great motivation that my 8 days here so far have hopefully shortened her stay by 24!
That is it for the update! Sending love from our family to yours.