Hello my friends,
Thank you for tolerating my whining earlier this week. I don't usually think of myself as a whiner, but some days you just need to take a moment, ya know?
Big news broke yesterday. First of all, our doctors scheduled my C-Section for December 17, 2016. That will be exactly 34 weeks gestation. I'll be honest, I really thought I would have these babies well before that, but if we make it to 34 weeks, it will give them every chance possible to have a healthy life.
Second part of the news is that I was admitted to the hospital yesterday. My blood pressure still isn't cooperating and the doctors want to be able to monitor me more closely. Michael and I agreed with this decision--as much as I like being at the apartment, it is a bit scary to worry about each little pain/pressure I feel. Being under constant care does indeed bring peace of mind.
Still, it's the hospital, not the Hilton. I can't say it's all that restful or comfortable, but the doctors and nurses here at St. Joseph's are SO kind and supportive. When I walked into Labor and Delivery yesterday, the entire staff started clapping. It was a wonderful way to start our stay.
Still, the idea that I can't leave the hospital takes a toll on my psyche. I tried to fight the panic last night, but I lost. I sat in the hospital bed with tears streaming down my face, as I squeaked, "I can't do this...I can't do this." Being the good husband he is, Michael comforted me with words of encouragement, Reece cups, and Netflix. Worked like a charm.
Unfortunately, Michael couldn't stay the night with me last night because our beloved dog Ellie is still at our apartment. As a result, he left me around 9:30 pm to go check on Ellie and spend the night at our apartment. While I was totally on board with this decision, the gray clouds of loneliness really started to roll in. I'm in a strange place with very little support going through one of the scariest moments of my life. Oh, the tears! I cried and cried, longing for a sense of stability.
Before Michael left, we agreed we needed more help. So we made the call to the "Calvary," as I know them. The Calvary is another word for Mama and Papa Bolton. I need my mom at this point. Not only can she help me keep track of all of the medical info, she can keep me company, and give Michael some flexibility in his schedule.
Being the amazing mom she is, Mom is currently in route to Arizona and will be here tonight for dinner. I already feel a sense of relief knowing I'll have some extra help from a very special lady.
In other news, the doctors have officially diagnosed me with preeclampsia, so it's a good thing I'm here for monitoring. As of now, it's a mild case of preeclampsia, so we'll monitor blood pressure and labs. If things start to change, they will bump up the date of my delivery.
In the mean time, I'm bored in the hospital. Feel free to leave some comments for me or request a topic for me to cover in future posts.
Thank you for tolerating my whining earlier this week. I don't usually think of myself as a whiner, but some days you just need to take a moment, ya know?
Everything is going to be ok!
Big news broke yesterday. First of all, our doctors scheduled my C-Section for December 17, 2016. That will be exactly 34 weeks gestation. I'll be honest, I really thought I would have these babies well before that, but if we make it to 34 weeks, it will give them every chance possible to have a healthy life.
Second part of the news is that I was admitted to the hospital yesterday. My blood pressure still isn't cooperating and the doctors want to be able to monitor me more closely. Michael and I agreed with this decision--as much as I like being at the apartment, it is a bit scary to worry about each little pain/pressure I feel. Being under constant care does indeed bring peace of mind.
Still, it's the hospital, not the Hilton. I can't say it's all that restful or comfortable, but the doctors and nurses here at St. Joseph's are SO kind and supportive. When I walked into Labor and Delivery yesterday, the entire staff started clapping. It was a wonderful way to start our stay.
Still, the idea that I can't leave the hospital takes a toll on my psyche. I tried to fight the panic last night, but I lost. I sat in the hospital bed with tears streaming down my face, as I squeaked, "I can't do this...I can't do this." Being the good husband he is, Michael comforted me with words of encouragement, Reece cups, and Netflix. Worked like a charm.
Unfortunately, Michael couldn't stay the night with me last night because our beloved dog Ellie is still at our apartment. As a result, he left me around 9:30 pm to go check on Ellie and spend the night at our apartment. While I was totally on board with this decision, the gray clouds of loneliness really started to roll in. I'm in a strange place with very little support going through one of the scariest moments of my life. Oh, the tears! I cried and cried, longing for a sense of stability.
Before Michael left, we agreed we needed more help. So we made the call to the "Calvary," as I know them. The Calvary is another word for Mama and Papa Bolton. I need my mom at this point. Not only can she help me keep track of all of the medical info, she can keep me company, and give Michael some flexibility in his schedule.
Being the amazing mom she is, Mom is currently in route to Arizona and will be here tonight for dinner. I already feel a sense of relief knowing I'll have some extra help from a very special lady.
In other news, the doctors have officially diagnosed me with preeclampsia, so it's a good thing I'm here for monitoring. As of now, it's a mild case of preeclampsia, so we'll monitor blood pressure and labs. If things start to change, they will bump up the date of my delivery.
In the mean time, I'm bored in the hospital. Feel free to leave some comments for me or request a topic for me to cover in future posts.
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