My Experience Of Bed Rest…So Far

I have been wanting to write about being on bed rest since I was put on it three weeks ago by my doctor, but I have put it off because I know how long winded I get and I could write a mini novel about it.

To put it as briefly as I can I was put on bed rest about ten days ago after spending a couple nights in the hospital while they stopped my early labor and then monitored the baby and me after a bad reaction to one of the medications. When they released me and the nurse told me I was only to get out of bed to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower once a day I nearly burst into tears. The first night home was emotionally difficult as I heard Brett get the kids dinner, clean it up, and get them ready for bed by himself while I just laid on the couch reading. This after an exhausting three days for him of playing Mr. Mom every waking minute and squeezing in working from home. Talk about guilt!

They have adjusted the dosage a couple times with the medicine they give me to control the contractions and it seems to be working quite well. I was told I could increase my activity a bit, but still to try to stay down as much as I can and don’t lift, do anything but very light housework (I would have thought I would like being told that…but not so much), drink caffeine, or get “stimulated”….we have had many laughs about that one. I told Brett he was just going to have to move out until the baby comes.

After feeling quite well for a couple days I realized I was falling back into routines that were just so normal to me I hadn’t thought about it. I cleaned out the girls closet, vacuumed the upstairs, made dinners and cleaned up…just the normal every day stuff. The kids had a birthday party on Friday night so we decided it might be one of our last chances for a date night before the baby comes so we went to dinner and had a great time. The next day I took it easy the first part of the day and then we ran a couple errands, went to dinner, and went to the grocery store. All easy stuff and Luca pushed my cart for me and I hardly lifted anything at the store. As we were getting close to being done I started thinking I needed to get home. By the time we got the kids in bed I just crashed on my bed with my shoes on and didn’t move for an hour and a half! My body ached from my knees to my armpits and I was sweating like crazy even though I had the window open and the cool breeze was blowing right across the bed. It gave me a good scare because I felt so crampy and my abdomen was constantly tight so I couldn’t even really tell if I was having contractions or not. I decided I need to do a better job of obeying the doctors orders. There is no guarantee that I would end up having the baby early, but I have this fear that I will and then it will be all my fault because I didn’t listen. What’s a girl to do? This is always an uncomfortable time of pregnancy with backaches, rib pain, heart burn and such…but it is also a fun time too because of the “nesting” urge. I usually get a lot of organizing, sorting, and preparation done during these last few weeks, but I am just going to tell myself that it is okay and I will have time afterward. I have my bin of baby clothes ready and we have a porta-crib we can use for a bed until we decide on a permanent sleeping arrangement. I am just going to have to allow myself to take a step back and let things go.

It has been a fun couple of weeks of playing cards and games with the kids, coloring, reading, watching movies, and chatting with the kiddos. I am so blessed to have neighbors and friends that have helped and especially a husband who is willing to do whatever is needed. We are extremely blessed that he has an understanding boss and flexibility at work when he is needed at home. I don’t know what I would do without him on appointment days or days that I am just totally beat. I have always considered myself very lucky that he has always rubbed my feet almost any time I want…but those who have been pregnant know how this is an even bigger deal when pregnant!

I am grateful that I have a six year old who has carried heavy laundry baskets up the stairs a step at a time to surprise me, asked if she can vacuum the floor, helped her little sister get ready for bed and brush her teeth, made frozen waffles for breakfast for her siblings, and run numerous errands around the house for me when I needed to lay down. A four year old who knows when I need a warm body cuddled up next to me, takes pride in being able to keep his room clean on his own, and makes me laugh throughout the day. And a three year old who will take a nap with me while her brother is at preschool, cleans up her dishes from the table without being asked, lets the dog in and out all throughout the day without complaining, and tells me I am pretty and she loves me several times a day. I couldn’t ask for a better support team!


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