Today marks one week exactly since I came to the hospital to stay. Happy anniversary to me!
Jeff and Rachel came by last night for a visit. I noticed that Rachel was wearing some pants that I didn’t recognize. They were pink denims. Did she acquire them in her travels to the various homes where she has received care this past week? Did Grandma buy her some new pants? Did she make her way to the store, buy the fabric and a pattern and make them herself? I just don’t know. What I do know is that in spite of the fact that I don’t like or wear pink, Rachel is not afflicted with my aversion. She was very content in her pink jeans.
Rachel climbed (or was rather lifted) onto my bed where we enjoyed some play time. Shockingly the first thing she found was my cell phone.
Looks like the phone is for me.
I love my hugs from Rachel.
Typically they bring me my dinner at around 5:30 p.m., and breakfast at around 8:30 a.m. How’s your math? According to my math that is 15 hours between those two meals. That is a long time. Usually I’m pretty hungry when I wake up. So yesterday when the hospitality lady (who brings my food) asked me if I wanted a snack for that evening (the nurse must have given her the heads up that I’ve been kind of starving to death in the morning) I gratefully accepted. So I had a late night snack last night of a turkey sandwich and some Baked Lays. I thought that was pretty nice of her.
My doctor came to see me this morning, and she said it seems like I’m holding my own pretty well. She ordered another ultrasound to see how things are looking on the inside. I think the ultrasound will be a weekly event. So far there are three weekly events. 1. Every Sunday I get weighed. 2. Every Wednesday I get a shot (that stinking hurts a lot!). 3. Every Friday (I think) I get an ultrasound. These are just the things that keep time moving along.
So I went to the office of the high risk pregnancy specialist (which is connected to the hospital) for another ultrasound. The area that looked like a bleed she said was a lake (something like that) and basically normal. Baby Gaby looks fine, and everything seems okay. So that’s good news. All in all, today has been pretty good.