Bed Rest Can Be Fun

My last day of freedom was on September 16, 2008. If I only knew it was my last day I would have gone swimming, run around the block 20 times, gone to Wal-Mart, may be picked up some Panda Express, and stared at the sun.

On that glorious day, my mother and father came up to visit Chase and me. I had an appointment, and they found out my cervix was too short. It was a big shocker, and I am so glad my parents were there when I heard the news that I would be on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy. One happy thought that went through my mind was, "Yeaaaah I get a break from work at Home Depot cutting blinds!" Thanks, Son! I was planning an early retirement, but not this early. I was happy about it.

Adjusting to the "bed rest thing," was very new to me. I was admitted to the hospital, and I stayed there for 4 days. They were monitoring my contractions and giving me some medicine to calm them down. My parents stayed until Friday, which was nice. I was sent home on strict bed rest with bathroom privileges, and I had to lay on my left or my right side, and try to avoid laying on my back because it causes contractions. I also took the medicine every 6 hours, and drank a lot of water. I was a busy girl!

It was nice being home. My husband gave me cable with DVR. He cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and gave me a glass of milk whenever I asked for it. I was in heaven! I had friends come by and visit me, "the woman who has been in bed since September 16th." I got ice cream, chocolate covered raisins, (my favorite) lunch, Bahama Bucks, it was good.

Then on October 3, I had another appointment, and found out my cervix was even shorter. To Be Continued....