We're back home - YAY!!! And man, does it feel good to be home!
We'll start with last night. The hubster stayed to visit with me until about 9pm last night. Earlier in the day, they moved a more comfortable chair in the room so he didn't have to suffer any longer with the hard plastic chair. I felt bad that he had to partake in the boredom of the four walls of the hospital room I'd been staring at since the day before, but I really enjoyed just having him there. And I think he felt bad for me because he said he couldn't imagine having to be stuck in that hospital room for almost two days, so he was more than willing to partake in the boredom with me.
I only had to be on the monitor for one hour last night and one hour this morning which was really nice. The other great part was they gave me two Ambien last night to help me sleep. After only getting 2.5 hours of scattered sleep the night before I was really hoping for a good night's sleep. The Ambien delivered...oh boy, did it deliver. I took it at 10pm when I was ready to crash and even though I woke up many times in the night for my 11:45pm steroid shot, my 2am dose of Procardia and my 3:30am changing of the IV bag in addition to numerous trips to the bathroom, I fell instantly back to sleep each time and slept like a rock. Thank goodness!!
So this morning I had my breakfast at the hospital and it's a good thing my doctor didn't require me to do my glucose testing in the hospital because I would have gone over. Breakfast was two waffle "sticks", some sugar free syrup, cinnamon apples, orange juice, and decaf coffee. Oh yeah, I would have gone way over I'm sure. But since my levels have been really good, doc didn't require me to do the testing while in the hospital. Now, after we left the hospital at 11:30 this morning I must admit, we went to Cracker Barrel and I partook in a french toast breakfast - bad girl, I know. But the "proper" eating and testing resumes this evening. Ah well, the break from carb counting and finger pricks was nice while it lasted.
After my morning monitoring, a doctor covering for my vacationing Dr D came in to see me and said I could go home - Yippee! I called DH so he could come get me and meanwhile they removed my IV, wrote up my discharge papers, and wrote out my prescription for Procardia. Nothing major on my discharge instructions - no sex, no heavy lifting, Procardia every 6 hours, and do modified bed rest until further notice. Modified bed rest really just means take it easy whenever you can. Which I will certainly do because tomorrow is my last day of work and I plan on doing some relaxing in the weeks until our delivery date. I also just have to watch out for my water breaking or leaking, any bleeding, and I need to do kick counts at least once a day. Basically doing kick counts involves laying down on my left side, drinking a glass of water, and counting kicks and/or movements to make sure I feel 10 kicks or movements in that hour. If I don't feel 10, I'm supposed to drink another glass of water (or juice) and try again for another hour. Maribel's most active in the evening so that will be the best time of day to do my kick counts. And my next prenatal visit with Dr D is on Tuesday morning so we'll see what he says in regards to any other instructions.
My cell phone is now full of alarms. Alarms at 8am, 2pm, 8pm, and 2am to take my Procardia. Then I'll have my alarms for 2 hours after each meal to check my glucose levels. I'm going to be like Pavlov's dog at the end of this last month - either reaching for a pill bottle or my lancets at the sound of my cell phone.
So as I said, tomorrow is my last day of work - ahhhhhh...LOVE this feeling!! I'm so excited to leave my job! Especially now that I need to take it easy. I'll be able to do little spurts of work in the baby's room as needed and just rest up the rest of the time. I definitely notice a difference when resting vs. being up and about. Just while walking into and waiting in CVS for my Procardia to get filled I was really uncomfortable with my contractions. Once we got home and I got horizontal, I felt a lot better. So rest I think really will make a difference.
Well, that's it for now. I'm just really thankful that Maribel is doing great in there and I'm glad to be home with DH and pup. I feel relieved that we've had the steroid shots in case she does decide to arrive early - at least she'll have a much better chance of having mature lungs if that happens. And again, I'm very thankful for all of the positive thoughts, prayers, and cheers we've had from everyone - it's heartwarming to know we've got so many people that care about our little family.
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