I started bleeding again last night and it was heavy. By the time I went to bed, I was passing small clots. I wasn't in any pain, nor was I contracting, but it was the worst it's been. I called first thing this morning and went in for an u/s.
The placenta is moving on up, as it should. It is definitely correcting itself. The bleeding is just a nasty side effect of it all.
My cervix is great. Long and closed - over 4 cm!
Baby boys are looking good, too. Little faces looking at each other with little hands up to their faces like they were sharing secrets. Very sweet.
I am on bedrest until my followup on Monday. I hope everything looks good then. DH will be on a plane to Houston that morning and the boys and I will be on our own for a few days.
Showing posts with label Bed rest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bed rest. Show all posts
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
This is Difficult
Bed rest is hard, yo. I'm going to do what I need to keep these babies baking and myself healthy, but what an adjustment!
Yesterday, my first day on it, did not go so well. Laying in bed, even propped up, gets painful. My lower back hurt, my hips hurt. By 6 pm, I was a mess - crying, with a splitting headache and frustrated that everyone around me was picking up the slack and not really doing a great job adjusting to their new roles, either.
DS2 acted out a lot. He's not used to me being in bed. He wanted to be near me. He wallowed all over me. A couple of times I had to yell for DH to come in and remove him, which made him upset and he would cry and cry. He cried A LOT yesterday. My poor babe.
And my DH. Where to start? I guess by saying his work is being amazing about all of this. We have no family here. Our family lives 1000 miles away. We will need to hire help to come in and allow him to return to some sort of normalcy in his job, but in the meantime, it is just him being me. And yesterday, he wasn't a very good me. I love him, but I need to vent about this, so bear with me.
At 1:00 I asked him for some lunch. I told him exactly what I wanted, beef tips and noodles. Sounds more difficult than it really is, egg noodles cooked in beef broth (about >10 minutes to make) and the Hor.mel beef tips that you just pop in the microwave (3-4 minutes total). By 4:15, all he had brought me in was a chicken tender from So.nic. ONE chicken tender. I had had nothing to drink and each time I asked one of the kids what Daddy was doing, they responded with, "Playing Fa.ble (a video game)". Are you stinking kidding me? At 5:00, I got my food, my lunch. AT 5 PM!!!!!!!
He also barely spoke to me all day. I felt like such an outcast. When I would yell for him, he would yell back, "What?!" like he didn't even want to come in the room. By 6:30, I felt so lonely, all I wanted to do was cry. Fortunately, both my boys and my dog were at my side constantly to keep me company, although managing them around me all the time was kind of stressful.
I know that DH is stressed and he handles it in his own way. He's nicknamed "The Duck" by his family - calm on the surface, paddle like hell underwater. It's true. He internalizes everything. I just can't help but feel like he's inadvertently punishing me in the process.
Ugh, I clearly have too much time to think.
Yesterday, my first day on it, did not go so well. Laying in bed, even propped up, gets painful. My lower back hurt, my hips hurt. By 6 pm, I was a mess - crying, with a splitting headache and frustrated that everyone around me was picking up the slack and not really doing a great job adjusting to their new roles, either.
DS2 acted out a lot. He's not used to me being in bed. He wanted to be near me. He wallowed all over me. A couple of times I had to yell for DH to come in and remove him, which made him upset and he would cry and cry. He cried A LOT yesterday. My poor babe.
And my DH. Where to start? I guess by saying his work is being amazing about all of this. We have no family here. Our family lives 1000 miles away. We will need to hire help to come in and allow him to return to some sort of normalcy in his job, but in the meantime, it is just him being me. And yesterday, he wasn't a very good me. I love him, but I need to vent about this, so bear with me.
At 1:00 I asked him for some lunch. I told him exactly what I wanted, beef tips and noodles. Sounds more difficult than it really is, egg noodles cooked in beef broth (about >10 minutes to make) and the Hor.mel beef tips that you just pop in the microwave (3-4 minutes total). By 4:15, all he had brought me in was a chicken tender from So.nic. ONE chicken tender. I had had nothing to drink and each time I asked one of the kids what Daddy was doing, they responded with, "Playing Fa.ble (a video game)". Are you stinking kidding me? At 5:00, I got my food, my lunch. AT 5 PM!!!!!!!
He also barely spoke to me all day. I felt like such an outcast. When I would yell for him, he would yell back, "What?!" like he didn't even want to come in the room. By 6:30, I felt so lonely, all I wanted to do was cry. Fortunately, both my boys and my dog were at my side constantly to keep me company, although managing them around me all the time was kind of stressful.
I know that DH is stressed and he handles it in his own way. He's nicknamed "The Duck" by his family - calm on the surface, paddle like hell underwater. It's true. He internalizes everything. I just can't help but feel like he's inadvertently punishing me in the process.
Ugh, I clearly have too much time to think.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Bed Rest
A bad bleed last night.
A call to my doc. His suggestion to come in this morning and rest as much as I could with my feet up in the meantime.
Another bad bleed at 5 am.
An ultrasound at 8:45 this morning.
Two baby boys with heartbeats flickering.
One placenta over my cervix.
Get up only to go to the bathroom. Get up only to take one shower a day.
Bed rest.
A call to my doc. His suggestion to come in this morning and rest as much as I could with my feet up in the meantime.
Another bad bleed at 5 am.
An ultrasound at 8:45 this morning.
Two baby boys with heartbeats flickering.
One placenta over my cervix.
Get up only to go to the bathroom. Get up only to take one shower a day.
Bed rest.
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