30 weeks - aka the longest week ever

I am typing this from bed on our laptop and feeling a little like Meg Ryan--you know, when she types from her fluffy bed in her cute, shabby chic New York City Brownstone, with her blonde flippy hair and her AOL buddy telling her she's got mail.... minus a few of those details. Pretty much, I'm just sitting in bed with my laptop. Oh, but my bed is fluffy.

Little did I know last Tuesday, that one minute I would be boiling some Toy Story Mac'n'Cheese for my little boys and, the next minute, I would be writhing in pain on my couch, surrounded by five burly EMT's who were ready to escort me to their fine ambulance. See how life can change on a dime?

I was, of course, quite positive that cramping and bleeding were not welcome at 29 weeks gestation. Not welcome, at all. This is why I made four swift phone calls: Steve, his mom, the hospital and then, to my dismay, 911. It all sounds very dramatic--and, well, it was.

So, after a glamorous ambulance ride, too-many-to-count-needle-pokes, and 48 hours in the hospital on the IV Magnesium Sulfate, my kind doctor let me go home. Everything was under control, our little girl looked nice and happy according to the ultrasounds, and I was now to take. it. easy.

Also known as bedrest. I mean, I am in my bed. And the bathroom. That's it. I will be heading downstairs for weekly Dr. appointments and my weekly dose of Vitamin D (The Sun).

(I must add that I did have one more quick visit to the hospital a couple of days later with contractions, but they gave me a shot of magic and upped my medication and things have been much quieter since.)

Unfortunately, sometimes it rains and then it pours some more. Three of our children have been very sick this last week too with a myriad of ills (ear infection, strep, fevers, bronchitis...) and my husband has had to put on his cape and fly around tending to every last need we all have had; not to mention, go to work so he can bring home the bacon. I think that needs to be its own post. Yes, that one is up next.

Overall, we feel so blessed that our little baby is still where she should be. There were many moments last week when I thought we were being prepared to have her. We've done this before, and the reality of that experience felt so fresh last week. (With Trevor. And I think that is another post, too.) I have thanked Heavenly Father each day that I am still pregnant, and I really feel like I will be for awhile longer so that we can welcome a healthy baby.

We are blessed with generous family, friends, and church support that make this temporary lifestyle change doable. But, this will be a test in patience for all of us.

In the meantime, I think I might watch "You've Got Mail".