I went into preterm labor at 32 weeks and ended up lasting 2 weeks before my daughter decided it was time. Being on bed rest in a hospital causes so many different emotions that anybody that has never had to experience it before could ever understand.
I was not allowed to get up to shower or use the restroom for fear of it causing my water to break. So that meant bed pans and sponge baths from the nurses. I feel horrible for the nurses that have to deal with that on a normal basis. You feel so helpless because you cannot do anything.
It's mixed emotions in which you want your baby to get as much time as they can to grow, but then you hate being stuck there and just want it to happen so you can go home. I went through so many ups and downs during my stay and cried more times than I can count. I hated that this was happening to me and my baby. Why did we deserve to go through this?
My husband was great and brought me food and stayed with me most nights. It can get very lonely up there all day by yourself. Having visitors is nice, but you end up feeling bad because you know they are there because they feel bad for you and how bored they must be just sitting there. Why don't you just sleep you ask? You try sleeping with a blood pressure cuff squeezing your arm every hour, IV in your other arm, blood circulating cuffs on your legs that are not comfortable, monitors on your stomach to monitor baby, and nurses coming in every few minutes to check on you. And don't even think eating is an option if your having a baby, yes that means liquid only diet (if you get that) which is just about torture. I had to be given magnesium shots in order to speed up the development of my daughters lungs, but that stuff makes you feel horrible and like you are burning up. All in all I would not wish bed rest upon my worst enemy.
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