Okay, for the confession: I got my whine on this weekend. Friday night Alan and I came to the hospital due to my increased contractions and a low-grade fever, and long-story-short, I am here until the triplets arrive (which is hopefully right at 35 weeks). Alan got the brunt of my illness- and pain-induced grouchiness that I try to hide from friends and strangers. Kudos to him for putting up with me.
This week, though–this week is turning out better. Some things that have helped:
1. Support, via phone, e-mail, visits, etc. You guys are awesome.
2. Jacuzzi time. The antepartum unit has a private tub with jets–not a hot tub, as that would be a big no-no for the preggers. But it was warm and relaxing and made me feel temporarily like a normal person. (Dad and Jeff, I already know what you would say. You think you’re soooo funny.)
3. Ambien. I am normally not a fan of sleep aids, but the steroids I’m on to increase my platelet count have the unfortunate side effect of making me feel wired all the time. So last night the nurse gave me 5 mg of Ambien, and I slept for 2 4-hour segments–that hasn’t happened in weeks. Go drugs!
4. Air bed. The new room they put me in has an air mattress that automatically adjust to your pressure points when you’re sitting or lying down. Very nice for sore hips.
5. A visit from the hospital chaplain yesterday. We just chatted a bit about random things, but talking with him made me re-prioritize and put this experience in perspective: that 2 weeks in the grand scheme of things is not that long (although being on full bedrest means the days seem to take an eternity), and that the babies’ health, not my pelvic pain or chronic nosebleeds or anything else, is what is most important.
Here’s hoping I can still be present throughout this experience, not wish it away. (And that the grouchiness goes away too!)