Well I thought that I may deliver the girls today, but instead today I think that he is going to send me home, empty handed. I've been trying to find a way that will convince him to deliver me. I haven't succeeded. In fact this morning my BP was actually too low. I'm telling you I'm all over the board. I am happy that the girls got the medication needed to develop their lungs, but I wish that he The contractions all day, every day aren't fun, I HATE BED REST, and I'm just overall uncomfortable. My sisters blog had a post this week about not being a negative and wining. Well folks, that was her blog, not mine. If you don't like what you are reading, stop reading. I'm just saying... maybe I shouldn't be writing a post when I'm in the middle of it. It always seems to be worse when you are in the middle of something. A little time on my side and it won't seem so bad. After all I get to go home today to my mom who has no doubt been cooking, cleaning, looking after my child and husband and will be of utmost help. Thanks mom, your the best!
Friday, May 1, 2009
So I've been in hospital since Wednesday afternoon. I went to the doctor's that morning and like so many other times he didn't like my PIH symptoms. He thought it best to get to the hospital to get some steroids on board for the girls and to do a 24 hour urine collection and to be generally monitored. It's not a fun vacation like I thought it would be. You really are trapped in a bed, in a small room with only privileges to get up and pee. Other than that you are stuck in bed with monitors on and people coming and going taking various medications, vitals, fluids...