Sometimes when life feels like it’s spiraling out of control, you just have to cry it all out. Not only does it relieve stress, but tears seem to have an immediate effect on the people around you and they can even bring about unexpected results.
Four nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and stumbled out of my hospital bed, barely making it to the toilet in time to hurl up the contents of my dinner. It turned out I had picked up the Flu bug or a stomach bug from someone and I spent the next two days puking my guts out with a high fever and spinning head. Just what I needed to top off the stress of being stuck in the hospital. And not the best thing for the baby either.
To make matters worse, I was still feeling particularly gross when one of the nurses came in and told me that they wanted to move me from the private Antepartum room in the Labor & Delivery ward to a semi-private room in the Maternity Ward.
I’d spent 10 days in the Maternity Ward in March and it was hellish. I’d had to share a room with three geriatrics (one who was completely senile and never stopped talking day and night) and then another lady who was recovering from a hysterectomy and spent all of her time farting loudly enough to break my eardrums. Not only that, but the nurses on that floor are running around all the time and they sometimes take up to 15 minutes to respond to the buzzer in the rooms. It’s not their fault, there just aren’t enough of them to go around. I’d felt almost insane by the time I got out of there and the thought of having to go back there for the next five weeks was more than I could handle.
The nurses on the L&D ward were so amazing and were part of the reason I was still sane after being in there for two weeks again. Even if they were swamped, they would still pop in to let me know that they were very busy, but would be just a call away if I needed them. It was very reassuring and, for the first time since my pregnancy began, I had actually started to feel good about the circumstances and had lost my constant apprehension of losing the baby. I know for a fact that it was the amazing care I had in there that had finally set my mind at ease, so the thought of being thrust back into the craziness of the Maternity Ward was just more than I could handle and I had a complete mental breakdown. By the time Greg made it to the hospital, I was crying hysterically and couldn’t even speak.
The worst part is that our hospital only has ONE Antepartum room for women who are having complications with pregnancy and need to be monitored. This means that as soon as a women is considered remotely stable and in the “safe zone” (as safe as a baby can be at 24 weeks gestation), they have to free up the room in case another women who is less than 24 weeks along comes in with complications. They really had no choice but to give me the boot now that I was past the 24 week mark. Although I understood this, it still made me feel panicked and as though I was once again going to be thrust into the care of others who didn’t really have to time to give a crap what I was going through. It may seem like no big deal to most people whether I was in one ward or another, but it was a major setback in my mind. I knew the move would put me back into a panicked, crazy state of mind and that it would be more detrimental to me and the baby than anything else.
Greg, bless his big heart, convinced the nurses to keep me where I was until the next morning when we could talk to my regular OB and see what he could do about the situation. I barely slept that night and, when my doc arrived at 7:45 a.m. the next morning, I was already up and anxiously awaiting his arrival. We talked and I, of course, broke down again and told him all of my concerns and I suggested that it would be better for me to go home and have Greg take some time off of work, rather than go through the stress of having to move to the Maternity ward. He wasn’t keen on the idea at all, but as long as Greg could take time off to take care of me, he was willing to let me go. ‘Nuff said. I was outta there!
Greg is now taking two weeks off and taking very good care of me and I am at home, relaxed and content to sit in a recliner or lay on the couch all day and just enjoy the feeling of being in familiar surroundings.
I still have strict orders to do absolutely NOTHING except get up to go to the bathroom and I’ll still have to get regular ultrasounds and get monitored by the L&D nurses after each ultrasound, but that’s small beans compared to being home sweet home.
I learned my lesson last time I was at home on bed rest. I got up and did too much and it landed me back in the hospital – I won’t make that mistake again.
And, if any of the L&D nurses are reading this, thank you so, so, so much for being such amazing, caring, dedicated health care professionals. I actually miss you already…but not quite enough to want to see you all on a full time basis!