Spent a little more time at the hospital this week. Had a tiny bleed on Tuesday, and the docs kept me around for observation. The nurses and staff are fantastic. The doctors on round always ask if I have any questions and help me out. The food doesn't suck (too much). I was still very discouraged and bummed out by day four, and by day five I was itching to get out. When I was released this morning, I couldn't wait for Cletus' Dad to arrive, save me from the castle, and carry me home in his chariot - our blue Honda Fit.
Same information to report: Baby looks great. Cletus is moving and shaking, and his heart is very healthy on the monitors. He kicks sporadically, so I'm not looking forward to 'kick counts'. I'm doing fine too. My iron levels and blood sugars are good, as is my blood pressure. It's the naughty placenta at it again.
The fact of the matter is that I overdid it last week, and it may have precipitated this small placenta bleed. I'm being VERY good now. I'm either horizontal, reclined, or taking care of human needs - like showering or toileting. I've felt very powerless over my life since starting bed rest and it's definitely starting to get me down. But I need to keep on reminding myself I have even less power over the placenta, and if the uterus gets irritated (read: contracts) or a bleed starts - there's not much I can do personally to stop it. Aside from going to the hospital. Everything I've heard of magnesium sulfate tells me it's a medicine I don't want to need.
Week 30 tomorrow. So another week down. Let's go, week 36-37!
I guess this is the bummer part of the update; I'm going to give an update on some of the happier stuff next.
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