Let's see, where to start? First of all my nutritionist just came in. I was weighed again today and re-gained the 5 pounds I had lost. It makes me wonder if I ever lost them in the first place. Who knows? Fun fact, my nutritionist just happens to be from Alabama...so we like her. We'd like her anyway but we like anyone from the south around here and we really like anyone from Alabama. Also she went to UA like me and she wears cute shoes so she's got to be good. She wants me to start getting more calcium. I guess the cheese on my daily sandwich isn't cutting it. Anyway, she said ice cream counts so maybe I'll start getting that sometimes. Plus she's having the kitchen send up an Ensure with my breakfast everyday. I hope they are good. I guess that's really about it on the nutrition front.
Yesterday one of our chattier nurses came in and talked to us for awhile. She is the second nurse to tell me that we were in the "lucky room". She says that everyone who goes a long time here is always in this room. Right now I'm in a post-partum room and I have three other people around me with broken water just trying to hang on. My nurse says that she always gets the best feeling in this room. I don't know what's going on in the other rooms but I know how many prayers are being sent up from and through this room so I choose to believe that's what it is. She also said that when she first met me she had to bite her tongue from saying that she thought I was going to make it a long time. She said that she had a feeling that I could make it to the 30s. I so hope she's right. She mentioned that anytime I hit a milestone like yesterday that in their morning meeting they all kind of cheered. Just makes me feel good to know that they care. I guess it could be because they eat better when we are here. We share snacks with them. I know who I want to keep on my side.
Medically, I'm still holding out. Gaines' heart rate was great this morning and I still have no signs of infection. I feel like I'm probably boring everyone out there reading this because I don't have more exciting news to report but I am so thankful for that.
Oh, I almost forgot. Reed is coming back up this weekend because we got tickets for him to go to the Easter Egg Roll on the White House lawn. I HATE that I won't be able to go with him but I'm glad that he'll get to go. I know that he's not old enough to really get it but he'll probably never have this opportunity again. We are very lucky to have the tickets. As anyone who has ever had an 18 month old understands, he can't spend long stretches of time in this little room so we have to plan activities for him. He's good for a little while but then he has to walk around and the hospital hallways only entertain him for so long.
I'm glad that he's getting to do so much fun stuff like the zoo, building museum, circus and egg roll but it is really hard for me to lay here while Beau takes him off to do the fun stuff. Last weekend when he was here he grabbed my finger and tried to pull me out of bed. It broke my heart. I just have to keep picturing being home one day with my two little boys, Jack and Beau. I know that what I'm doing is the best thing for my family but it's hard. I CANNOT wait for a long boring Saturday with them at home.
I'll go for now...I know I've "talked" your ear off. Please continue to keep us in your prayers.