One day at a time, one day at a time...
The social worker here said to think about my weekly goals rather than farther off goals, it can get too overwhelming. So, my goal is to make it to 25 weeks, I can do that, one more day!
The routine here at the hospital is beginning to be predictable...somewhat. Shift change is 7 so I get a new nurse in the morning and evening. The last few nights have been rough though. The nurse had to come in and wake me up every few hours because I'd had too many contractions. They would either have me use the restroom or give me a shot of tributaline. Last night my contractions really spiked and I had some spotting and cramping. So, they increased my magnesium to 2.5 from 2.25. They're trying the combination of mag, tributaline and oral motrin. My body is putting up a good fight, labor is something it's really good at! Right now, everyday and hour is bringing something different and unexpected. It's just a matter of going with the flow, doing what I'm asked and lying low. I was able to shower yesterday in a chair which was wonderful. Just changing my shirt is a feat, getting it through all the IV lines and monitor cords is a puzzle. At this point I'm only allowed out of bed to use the bedside commode. I spend my days with visitors...my hubby and the kids, my mom and brother, the IM and her children, employees and volunteers from the hospital, reading and doing crafts. I love seeing the kids each day, that's the highlight, but it makes me want to run out of here and be home with them. I just keep reminding myself that although this may feel like a long time right now, it's just a blink compared to the rest of my life.
Tomorrow is a growth scan of the babies...we'll find out how much they weigh and how everything else looks, I'm hopeful all is well.
So, tomorrow will be 25 weeks and my mom came up with a great idea...movie night to celebrate. We're going to have the kids bring in a good movie, blankets and pillows and lay around and watch a movie with me in my room...I'm really looking forward to it. Some of our relatives are planning to come by a visit this weekend as well. Gus gets to be the Easter bunny on Sunday morning. It's hard knowing I don't get to do it or see it but at least I'll know the kids are happy...that's my biggest joy in life!