My last day in the 20s... Tomorrow is day 30 in the hospital. Really? Wow... Today marks the change into the 5th week of my life in the hospital. Fun times! (Although, since I am now counting down to a possible discharge home, that does make all the days a little easier! Will I hit day 40 here?)
My favorite day nurse is back from vacation... She was only gone a few days, but I missed her! She is a real sweetheart. We have similar personalities and I like her a lot. My favorite weekend nurse was subbing last night, so I got to see her extra, so hey! Good news all around on the nurse front. (And, as if it couldnt be better, this week, my favorite Resident was back from his vacation to Vegas. So I really cant complain.)
I'm starting to get used to the added pubic pressure now that Maya has turned. It took a few days to realize that no, no one is coming "out", it is just perceived that way because of their lowness. Thank the nurses and Dr B for promising me that I will "KNOW" when they decide they arent hanging out anymore and that low babies are normal and can hang out for a long time. That helped with the mental screwiness of it all.
I've decided that little miss likes to put her feet against my spine because she knows that I will sucker her daddy into rubbing my back, which means she gets a footrub out of the deal! This child is more like me than I dared to realize... (Of course, she already has him wrapped around those adorable fingers of her... It's not like I am surprised.) :) And her brother too!
For your viewing pleasure...
This is what I look like for 60-120 minutes each day (depending on if the floor is busy and they leave me on the monitor for an hour each time). The beige thing is the belly band (this was last night, so I'm in a blue nightgown). There are three monitors. The one of the upper left is the TOCO (contraction monitor), the other two are the HB monitors. Bobby is the lowest and Maya is almost next to the TOCO. They add rolls of tape in between the monitor and band to give slight pressure to keep the sounds flowing.
My IRL friend, BS, asked me a question about the special dinners I talk about on Nicholas, Sophia, and Alexander's special days. She asked if I'd ever blogged about them and I honestly couldnt remember. But I thought I'd post a bit from my email response to her, in case you are wondering why certain things were selected, or in case you've ever thought of memorial dinners as well.