The bleed came back. And I have finished a week of strict bed rest and been cleared for modified bed rest. Which can include sewing, scrapbooking, working on the computer. All those things I haven't had time for in a while.
Too bad it's all upstairs in the
And the real confession:
When told to go on bed rest for the first time I was all "Ok - being required to lay down and rest is every busy mom's dream. Right? I can totally do this." 48 hours wasn't too bad.
The second time I was so scared that I was causing this bleed I came home. Got on the couch - which hubs had made into a little bed for me - and didn't move for almost 6 days.
Let me reassure that being required to rest is no dream vacation. It takes a considerable toll on your emotions. Every time Erin ran across the room and held her little chubby hand out to me so she could lead me to one of her toys I had to choke back tears. Watching everyone come in and out on Christmas day ate away at my spirit.
But we made it. Prayers and positive thoughts pulling us through. Me and baby and Hubs and Erin are going to make this work. A quick visit to the doc yesterday let us hear that strong heart beat. There is a sonogram today to check on the progress of the actual bleed.
For now, its two more weeks of being catered to. Is that so bad? At least when I put it that way it doesn't sound helpless and needy.
Much love blog world.