Logical thinking would tell you that there's no better excuse to spend your time blogging than being on bed rest for almost 3 months, but for me that wasn't the case. I guess I've had to organize my emotions, and it's been a roller coaster to say the least. Sometimes you go through difficult times in your life & you want to share every moment, other times you want to bury yourself in a hole and focus on only a few things at a time, for me that was keeping baby #2 inside & trying to be a good mother to Skylar while in bed full time.
Now that I'm 36 weeks (whoohoo!), I feel like I should share a little bit about the last 10 weeks, mainly because I write this blog for my daughters, to record their milestones, and the important moments in our family. So there would be a hole in our family blog without at least sharing a little bit...after all I'll need proof when baby #2 is a teenager and I say "I spent 3 months in bed for you"!
It's that "feeling" they say a mother gets, (the same feeling I had when I went into early labor with Skylar) when I went to the hospital at 26 weeks with contractions, I knew something wasn't right. Luckily (unlike with Skylar) we had caught things early, I wasn't even dilated a centimeter, and the medication was working. I was sent home on strict bed rest, with only bathroom privileges. The next 2-3 weeks were a little bit of a blurr, I had to take leave from work, Dave had to take over the role of Daddy and Mommy, and we went back to the hospital 2 more times, until I got comfortable with the fact I'd be contracting regularly my entire pregnancy!
Fortunately in our time of crisis our families came through, my sister Alex decided to drop her summer school classes at UNR and move in with us full time. Dave's Dad & his wife Meg flew out to help, followed by Dave's Mom. Family and friends have been wonderful, it's been baby steps for me, like receiving a text "happy 32 weeks today!" it's all meant so much to myself Skylar and Dave. Speaking of Dave, he's had to step up in the largest way, and of course has been more than wonderful, handling cleaning, cooking (when Alex wasn't cooking for us:), and most of all pulling more than his weight with Skylar. To say that Dave has been amazing is an understatement (but I never thought he'd be any other way), he's been the best dad ever, spending extra time playing with Skylar because he knew I couldn't, and always reassuring me that "whatever happens our family would be okay" and that "whatever is meant to be will be", it always amazes me how totally calm he is in trying times. I guess if you asked me what has been the most difficult part of this whole experience, it would be not being able to be the mommy and wife my family needed, and missing celebrations outside of my bed, my Wedding Anniversary, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Skylar's Birthday, and 4th of July.
I don't like to complain about being on bed rest, things have worked out wonderfully for me, and most of all I am just incredibly thankful. Thankful to have been given the last few weeks to be pregnant. If you would have told me at 26 weeks, that I might make it to 36 weeks (I would have hoped), but I never would have believed you. Dave and I talked several times through this whole ordeal..."wouldn't it be cool if at the end of all this we get to bring our baby home with us when we leave the hospital"...looks like we just might:)
So without having this be the longest blog post ever, I hope that gives a little insight to our last few weeks. We are looking forward to meeting our new addition very soon.
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