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Today I went to the Bed Rest Group. It's a group that meets every Thursday morning. The same group met last time I was here, but I never went last time. The timing didn't work and really I just had every excuse possible to not go last time. :)
This time, however, I decided to be brave. I'm not really a "go to group and talk to other people about your issues" kind of person. But I decided to go because I figured I might be able to provide some been-there-done-that perspective. Three of us went-- all three of us have twins. (Though I'm the only non-au-natural twin gal.) One girl is 31 weeks along, shortened cervix, slightly dilated, and has been here seven weeks with a 3.5 year old at home. The other girl is 33.5 weeks along with high blood pressure and has been here for only a few days. She has a 2.5 year old as well.
It was interesting to hear them talking, after having been on the "other side". The 33.5 weeker was suggesting that the 31 weeker ask to be induced as she has been here so long and she's going a bit stir crazy. I tried to keep quiet, but I had to interject about avoiding the NICU if possible. (Though I did rave about the amazing NICU here.)
They were also talking about C-sections and how they both wanted to avoid it if at all possible- even if both babies are not head down. It amazes me to hear that sort of thing-- I guess just from where I was last time we spent the whole time thinking that I would do whatever the doctors said was best. I didn't fight or argue or dispute any decision. Stay on bed rest? Okay. Get steroids? Absolutely. C-section? Cut me open. I guess it's just a different point of thinking. Who knows where I would have been had I gotten a few more weeks...
But they were asking me two questions--- 1. They wanted to know how C-section recovery was for me and 2. They wanted to know how recovery from bed rest was.
And you know what? I had no idea. Doesn't that sound a little crazy?? I can't remember anything about the recovery besides popping some pain pills every now and then. Life was just too crazy with the boys and losing Connor and the funeral and signing on the house...
Now I'm left to wonder what recovery will be like this time around...
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Right now the only great-grandparent that is living is my grandfather- Pepere. Right now my aunt and uncle are staying with him as they're a bit nomadic and tend to split their time between Texas, South Carolina, Virginia, and Mass. Anyways....
On Monday my grandfather woke up not feeling too well, so after breakfast he headed back to bed. When he woke up later on, he got up, and on the way he ended up falling on his back and apparently he threw up and aspirated. My mom and uncle rushed him to the ER and he was admitted and diagnosed with pneumonia. So, he spent Monday in the ICU... and then Tuesday it was discovered that he also has the Flu and it's suspected that he had a stroke as well. So, he stayed in the hospital...
Then Wednesday he took a turn and was intubated and restrained. As of today he's still out of it, completely unresponsive and he was headed in for an MRI when I talked to my mom. Ugh.
So, he's still there and things aren't looking good. And it's just so hard to wrap my head around it. He was FINE a few days ago.
I'm dreading any more news. I'm terrified that something will happen in the next few days. If he passes away I'm still stuck here. I'm just feeling so torn.
He's such a homebody and doesn't travel much. He just keeps to himself and that's that. But when we lost Connor he upped and came to the funeral. It was totally unexpected because I couldn't remember the last time he took an hour drive somewhere. But he was there and he was heartbroken. Then a year later we celebrated Colby's 1st birthday and again, over an hour away, totally unexpected, and he was there. He fell head-over-heels in love with Colby. He says silly things all the time like "I love the way Colby runs." and "Colby is built so well!"
Oh well, I guess I don't know where I'm going with this. But it's in the back of my mind...
6 comments:
I actually go back to my blog to look at my c/s and bedrest recovery... It's interesting how your mind blocks things.
Your grandpa... I'm so sorry... Sending prayers and hugs...
Oh, I'm so sorry about your Grandpa, and I hope the MRI shows positive news and that he snaps out of this and feels better much soon.
Thinking of you and I'm always so excited to see your blog updates about just another day, instead of, the babies were born today! I can't wait to "meet" these babies of yours, but not for a few more weeks. :)
I tried to comment the day that you were put on bedrest - but my computer wouldn't let me. I am not entirely sure how I found your blog, but I have been quietly following. I choose to chime in now because I was on bedrest in the hospital for 11 weeks with a little one at home, and it was the longest. summer. ever. It's so hard, but so worth it. Hang in there. PS - your post today about the gathering brought back some serious memories - they had them at my hospital too and I found excuses to avoid them for the longest time, but was so glad I went once I did. Bridget
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather, I hope he has a recovery.
I also don't really remember my c-section recovery in great detail. I remember the first few days in the hospital, but not much after that.
It's so good you went to the group to offer support and share your experiences. I'm so glad you post them here, too! Hope your grandfather is doing better and all that bedrest is keeping those babies baking!
Just wrote a super long comment that blogger deleted... Sending hugs, love, and prayers for your family... Grandpa included!!!
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