Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Where She Went...

So I dropped off the radar for a couple of weeks, and I haven't written at all since my last update, but I have a good excuse!

You see, I'm stuck in the hospital.

At 28 weeks, baby boy got a little impatient and tried to make an early appearance... at least three times throughout the course of a week. He's a stubborn one. Thankfully we have some wonderful doctors who are just as stubborn, if not more so, at our hospital and they were able to stop the contractions and labor every time it popped up. We're fine now, but because I'm 3cm to 4cm dilated and 70% to 80% effaced (it depends on who you ask - one doctor here has HUGE hands) and I'm also borderline for preeclampsia (My blood pressure is great, but there's a little protein in my urine) the doctors have decided that I'm not going anywhere until the baby is born.

It's scary and it's tough, but we are in the best place possible. This hospital is more than equipped to handle high risk pregnancies, and their NICU is the best in the area - so if baby boy tries again, and they can't stop him, they are more than equipped to take care of him until he's healthy enough to go home.

But enough about that scary stuff - on to the WIPpet Wednesday goodness!

Anywho, since today is July 9th, here are nine lines from my fanfic Between Two Worlds. In it Norah decides to have a chat with her son (who is just as much of a troublemaker as my baby boy is).
“So how was your day?” She asked.

“Fine.” Marcus murmured, suddenly taciturn.

She sighed.

“You’re not going to put me on water rations are you?” He asked her suddenly.

“No. You do know that Domick was just talking, right? Like sometimes how I joke about hitting Mud over the head because he’s annoying. He would never actually do that to you - just like I would never hurt a hair on Mud’s head.”

“He did buy me a hamburger.” He admitted. “I guess he wouldn’t’ve done that if he was going to punish me.”

Norah nodded. “See? He’s not such a bad guy... Though this may be the last ice cream you get for awhile after letting those pigs loose.”

“You heard about that?”

“I am Mom. I know all.” 
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  1. "I am Mom. I know all." Bahahaha! Yep.

    I'm glad you and baby boy are hanging in there. Hoping he stays put for you. <3

    1. Thank you. So far we're doing really well. Even though I'm dilated, we're both stable enough that the doctors allowed us to go home yesterday after 19 days in the hospital. Unfortunately they still expect him to be earlier - but as the nurses were telling me when I left, stranger things have happened and I could surprise them all and go full term.

  2. Glad you and baby boy are doing okay!

    I love scenes where mom knows and sees all. It's always true and always the best!

  3. I liked the back and forth here. And it sounds like you're in great spirits for being bed-ridden. So glad you're in good hands. Hoping for a very safe and not too early delivery for you!!

    1. Thank you.

      The first week I was honestly too drugged out of my mind to care. The second week was a little rough - I was homesick almost every night. This past week was a little better, I think, because I finally made peace with the fact that I was stuck there. Then yesterday they surprised us by letting me go home. Apparently even though I'm dilated, the boy and I are stable enough that we could be released. However, I get to go back twice a week for check ups, and if anything happens I'm to head straight back there ASAP. The doctors still expect that he will be a preemie, but the nurses reminded me that stranger things have happened and I could go full term without any problems.

  4. "I am Mom. I know all." *snork* That is awesome. But really, it was just a couple pigs...running loose...not like a stampede of buffalo or anything. Geez. ;)

    Now tell that baby boy of yours to just chill and relax for a bit yet. Soon enough you'll get to meet the world, little man. Glad you are in good hands. Do as they say, at least for now.

    1. lol. Poor Marcus thought he could get away with it, but he forgot he lives at a faire and everybody knows who his mom is so someone was bound to tell her ;)

      Oh, we keep telling him that. Thankfully he finally seems to be listening. I can't freally blame him though; the fibroid my doctor thought wouldn't cause any issues grew and is taking up a lot of space. He just wants to get out of there where it's so cramped!

  5. I'm sending some of my baby boy's troublemaking nature to yours...he waited an EXTRA 20 days to get here. maybe that'll balance you out in the long run...

    Hang on there, little boy. Every minute is a minute stronger, a minute readier for the big Out Here. No need to rush, nope, none at all....

    I know the "I am Mom. I know all." is a common saying. I don't use it. I don't want my kids to actually believe that - I'm way too fallible. I want them to know that, instead, and to develop their own judgment...

    But still, very often, my kids are amazed at how well I know them and what they're doing. I tell them the truth - I've known them their whole lives, and I'm pretty observant and perceptive.

    All that said, it's a very believable snippet, and sounds a lot like conversations happening all over, if not necessarily at my non-traditional house...

    1. Thank you. The doctors still expect that he will come within the next couple of weeks since I'm so dilated, but the nurses reminded me that stranger things have happened, and that some women have reached full term despite their problems. Thankfully I'm at home now, despite telling me multiple times that I wouldn't leave until I gave birth, the doctors decided that I and the baby were stable enough to go home - which is good, because I don't know if I could have handled the hospital food any longer ;)

      As for the 'I am Mom, I know all' bit. Norah has a lot of help. She's raising Marcus at a faire, so everybody knows who he is and who his mother is. Marcus sometimes forgets that when he goes to stir up trouble.

  6. Be well, little boy. Be well and stay with mommy... both of you will have time soon enough to share the big wide world together. Take your time and don't rush.

    Marcus sounds as if he's desperately trying to spread his wings and keeps feeling thwarted. And frustrated at being thwarted....