So I have to pick just one day that I was sure I wouldn’t get through? What if there are 61 days? OK, I’ll pick just the one.
Upon entering the third trimester of my first (and only so far) pregnancy, I ran into some complications. To make it brief I’ll list them: Preeclampsia, gestational diabetes and PUPPP. Don’t recognize that last one? Google it if you wish to be horrified.
That being said, I was at too high of a risk for even further complications so I was admitted into the hospital. OK I think, “This is fine if it’s going to ensure I get a strong, healthy baby. I can do this.”
Now let me just say I was always super healthy before I became pregnant and my pregnancy up to that point had been wonderful. I had no morning sickness, no back pain, no trouble sleeping. Nothing but pregnancy bliss! Up until THAT day. THAT day. Did I say that already?
The night I was admitted I asked my doctor, “so how long will I be here?” She laughed and said, “Forever!” Ha-ha. I laugh and we talk about other things. The weather, food, the Red Sox, med school. Then I ask again, “So how long will I really be here?” Her face turned serious and she said, “No really, forever. Actually, until you deliver.”
“What?”
“Until you deliver.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m sorry, but yes.”
“OK, I’m going to need a minute with that.”
“Take your time.”
WHOA. Yeah.
Once I caught my breath, it hit me: I’m imprisoned. So this is what it feels like to be sentenced to jail time. I was shocked, dismayed, blown away and any other word you can think of to express WTH!!
Yeah, so I was sure I wouldn’t get through that day. But I did get through it and the 60 days that followed. Thankfully, those long days resulted in a beautiful and healthy, 5.8 lb baby boy!
It would take dozens of posts to share my 61-day experience so I’ve decided to share just this day. The day I was sentenced to 61 days of hard time…and labor for that matter. 37 hours to be exact.
More to come on this topic, I’m sure.
My "view" for 61 days.
The entrance to my temporary home.
- The “artwork” I stared at for 61 days.
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They didn’t tell you how long you were going to be there BEFORE they admitted you?? How did they expect you to prepare for something like that?? I can’t imagine! I’m glad that everything turned out OK and you got a healthy boy at the end of your “imprisonment”!
Twitter: BeautifulSpitUp
September 24, 2010 at 8:54 am
Well when I first got there I was told it would “a few days” and then as the day went on I was told it would be much longer. Yeah, it was drama, but thankfully my boy is pefect! Thanks for stopping by!
Sorry about the imprisonment, but so glad to hear about the healthy baby!
Wow.. I could not imagine having to stay in the hospital for 61 days (or stare at that picture for that amount of time either). Glad your little one was alright, I bet it made it worth all 61 days of imprisonment.
Stopped in from Mama Kat’s.
Twitter: BeautifulSpitUp
September 24, 2010 at 8:55 am
Thanks! Yes, my boy is totally worth the imprisonment. Crazy to say, but if I had to do it again, I would.
Wow, that sounds really scary! yes you did get a beautiful, healthy boy out of it thanks to god.I came truly understand how that is Eve I got real sick after my daughter was born I got an “Infection” noone would tell me what it was called but I got sick and I couldnt breast feed nor touch my daughter for like 2 weeks cause my fever was real high.That was the longest two weeks ever.Thats the only scary part about a pregancy, you never know what awaits but thank god eveything turned out ok for you. ps…you had no morning sickness..wow I had the whole 9 lol
Twitter: BeautifulSpitUp
September 24, 2010 at 8:53 am
You’re right about that Ebony. Pregnancy is stressful as it is and then there’s more stress about what “could” happen. So glad we both ended up with beautiful, healthy babies! : )
oh girl– I feel for ya! That must have been TOUGH. Oh that view must have gotten so old but I least the artwork was slightly cheery… maybe?
Twitter: BeautifulSpitUp
September 24, 2010 at 9:01 am
Yeah the artwork was cute. It was from the children’s hospital that was connected to the hospital where I was “living.” The whole time I was there I kept hearing that the drawing would be changed soon so I’d have a different piece to look at, but that never happened. Something tells me it’s still there!
Oh, wow! You poor thing! But look at what you got to bring home! It’s amazing the things you would happily do for the love of a child isn’t it? Stopping by from Mama Kat’s!
Twitter: apaprikao
February 20, 2012 at 3:06 pm
I can definitely relate! I spent 9 weeks in a hospital bed on strict bed rest. At least you got to take your son home. Unfortunately, I was not so lucky but I pretty much knew that from the start. It was definitely like a jail sentence!
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