Bedtime Stories

This morning my doctor came to see me, and told me I could go home. It was actually earlier than I thought it would be. I was home by a little after 10:00, and I hadn’t figured I would be free to leave until closer to 1:00. I was given very strict instructions as to what bedrest means for me. Stay in bed. Don’t sit up. I can get up to go to the bathroom, and I can take a 5 minute shower. No laundry, no dishes, no food preparation, no picking up Rachel, no nothing. Jeff’s mom has spent the entire day here with me (or more accurately with Rachel). Rachel has been very good today. She has been very happy to play with her grandma. She has gotten on the bed with me several times, but when she gets a little carried away, it’s time to get down.

I have definitely been able to tell how important it is that I don’t move. When I move around I am still having some abdominal discomfort, but I feel better the quieter I stay. So I’m trying to move as little as possible.

I didn’t have computer access for most of the day. Jeff’s laptop had a broken power cord, and as much as I was tempted to do so, I didn’t go to my own computer. (The doctor, or was it the nurse? told me to LIE DOWN, not sit.) But Jeff was able to repair the power cord (he is very skilled with his soldering equipment), so now I have computer and internet access from bed.

Before I left the hospital, the doctor told me that she wants to see me in her office every week, at least for the next four weeks, to monitor my condition, so I have an appointment next Tuesday.