how was your weekend? mine was rather eventful, to put it mildly.
they had been hinting as much all week, but i tried very, very hard not to get my hopes up. i was all too familiar with the almost indescribable feeling of disappointment that comes after hoping to go home and finding out (yet again) that you can't. so i buoyed myself against the disappointment and decided to stick to my countdown: 45 more days till 34 weeks. then i could go home.
not much had changed with me and the babe that resulted in this momentous decision. my cervix showed no change--which was good. and Lyla had gained almost a pound, which bumped her into the 2 lb. range--a huge NICU milestone. other than that, we were status quo. ultimately, my docs just decided to let me shoulder a bit of responsibility. the biggest difference between being in the hospital on bed rest and being at home on bed rest is distance: you're farther from the delivery room (and the NICU) if things start to go south. the hospital is 20 minutes away from where we live, but they took my mental health and our family situation into consideration. staying in the hospital for a "what-if" situation makes you crazy, your pets crazy, and your husband crazy. god bless those docs who advocated for my sanity.
there's always the worry that patients won't actually STAY on bed rest if they're home. for some odd reason, people seem to be really worried about this for me. (; i'll admit, it's tough. there are many, many more things calling my name to be done at home. but friends, i have seen the other side of the coin, and it ain't pretty. i am highly motivated to do whatever it takes to keep myself out of that hospital until at least 34 weeks. preferably 35-36 weeks. if this kid decides to go to term or beyond, we may have some words. because hell no.
to continue with the weekend recap, on Saturday, we bought a house. (!!)
after i got my orders last week, saying that we were staying in the area for a good while longer, our home search got even more intense. Friday afternoon, Nick and i FaceTimed as he walked through houses, so i got to see his face and hear his excitement as he found our house. he was ready to make an offer that very moment. twenty minutes later, when we found out i was getting discharged from the hospital, we made plans to see the house together the next day. (since i'm allowed to spend 15-20 minutes a day on my feet but NO MORE THAN THAT)
we fell in love with a sweet little blue cottage in our very favorite neighborhood that happens to be right across the street from a playground. it has hardwood floors, a yard with a fence for Waylon, a workshop out back for Nick, and a huge walk-in closet for me. our offer was accepted, so--pending an inspection--we're homeowners!
it's truly amazing how much life can change--for better or for worse--in a 24 hour period.
i get to drive my car today for the first time since March 11th--back to the hospital to attend a Childbirth Education Class. frankly, i'm a little terrified that they won't let me go back home. the PTSD is understandable, i suppose. last time i drove myself to the hospital, i ended up staying there for 25 days. (side eye. alllll the side eye.)
today marks 28 weeks: another huge NICU milestone, and the beginning of the third trimester. this is the start of my first week of bed rest at home. the sun is literally shining, birds are literally singing, and the high is supposed to be 75 degrees. my dog is cuddled up next to me, i'm still pregnant, and it feels like all is right with the world.
i'll take it.