Hanging in there on the 5th full day.
Bed rest: Day 5.
It’s a mind game.
If you think beyond the day ahead, you will lose your shit.
Sometimes my mind starts to drift towards the day after tomorrow, or next week, or next month.
Or March.
And I feel panic rising rapidly.
Much like the water in a clogged toilet.
Exactly like that.
But then I squash it.
Because it’s counterproductive to freak yourself out. Or let yourself be freaked out.
To put it mildly.
It’s been 5 days. And counting.
That’s (hopefully) a drop in the bucket.
I may lose it for few seconds here and there.
But I’ll get it back.
Bed rest is a mind game.
And I’m gonna be a badass at this game.
This is my view. It's multidimensional. If you like roofs.
Asher's favorite activity in my hospital room. At least he has good hygiene.
Where Asher thinks Gabe's "stinky" shoe can best air out.
Asher's self-portrait using ipad's photo booth.
Hey Beautiful Mommy! U don’t look sick at all:) How is the tiny one
coming along???? Asher looks as though he is injoying this episode.
Keep thinking like a trouper and all will be fine. Love U.
He’s doing really well. Well, both boys are. The baby is holding steady, no contractions or signs of infection. And Asher seems to be kind of excited by the hospital, although he makes me assure him every single night that we’re here for me and baby brother, not him. Thanks so much for sending your thoughts and love.
bless your heart!
Movies? Lots and lots of movies?