A picture Asher took of his dinosaur humping his backpack in my hospital room. Because I have nothing better to show you.
This past Sunday, something really, really, very unexpected happened.
My water broke. At only 27 weeks.
When I realized something was going on, there was the rush to the emergency room and pretty quickly the realization that I was not going back home any time soon.
Then the focus became just making sure the baby stays where he is for as long as he can.
So far, so good.
This is my 4th full day of bed rest with no contractions and no signs of infection.
So we’re hoping, best case scenario, to get this baby to at least 34 weeks before he comes out.
Which means at least 6 weeks of hospital bed rest for me.
Something I never contemplated.
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.
That when I left my house in a panic on Sunday afternoon, I would not be coming back for up to 2 months.
That I would not smell fresh air for that long.
That I would not pick my kid up from school.
Or see my dogs.
Or, say…walk around.
I am required to sit on my ass in this hospital bed all day, and all night, only getting up to go to the bathroom.
I can feel it spreading as we speak.
My ass, that is.
But we are lucky.
The baby is holding his own, the amniotic leak has slowed, my mother-in-law has dropped everything to come here and take care of Asher, and my husband is the most amazing juggler in the world.
So I am the least of my concerns.
I just have to take it one day at a time.
So herein begins: Bed Rest. The series.
Consider this the pilot episode.
I sure hope they get funnier.
So glad you and the baby are doing well! Will be thinking of you!
Thank you, we appreciate it — and miss you!
My water broke and that is a very scary feeling. I was in the drive thru at Church’s Fried Chicken. I was 32 weeks and Geremy had to stay in the hospital. Hope he stays put….. It rough watching your new baby in an incubator….. Positive: he’ll be 21 on the 28th of this month…… 6ft 195 lbs….. Premies turn out just fine!! Looking forward to your posts……
That’s relieving, friend. Thanks so much for sharing.
Sending good thoughts and hugs!
Sending prayers for you and your little one!
No! I take a break from blog reading being busy with life and you go have medical emergencies!
Seriously? I’ll add you to our prayer list. I really, really hope all goes well.
Point of light? My first was born at 34 weeks. She’s seven and she’s fabulous. Hang in there.
He seems pretty happy in there right now. So it’s all about trying to maintain sanity. Or at least my usual partial level of sanity.
Thanks for the peek into your experience. That really helps.
Yikes! I saw your comment that you were on bed rest, but I thought it was for blood pressure! Fingers crossed that you guys both hold out a really long time!