Ok. So our appointment yesterday (feels like forever since then) went a little off the course we were expecting. Joe went with me to this appointment because we were supposed to have our last ultrasound. We did the routine stuff..blood pressure..urine sample..the dreaded weigh-in. Then they placed us in our room to wait for the NP. She came in and asked if I had been hurting any and I said a little but it was probably normal or whatever. (I always feel like I overreact so I just tried to play it off.) She wanted to check me so I said OK. She told me I was 1cm dilated and 50% effaced. This was good news to me! I know, I know. You can be this way for weeks. But for me, just to hear that there is any progress made me hopeful. Well, then she wanted hook me up to the fetal monitor to see if I was having contractions. Sure enough, I was. I didn't know that I was, but she showed them to me on the print out. Needless to say, they sent me across the street for a sleepover at the hospital. Thank the Lord, Joe was with me. Otherwise, I would have freaked out! I freaked out a little anyways. But that's beside the point. So, 3 shots to stop the contractions and 4 bags of fluid later, they released me from the hospital. I am now on modified bed rest. My dad asked me who "modified" it, me or the doctors? Ha. That's daddy for ya. So, I will continue on bed rest until December 28th, when I go to my next appointment.
OH! And they were looking at our "little" Landon on the ultrasound at the hospital...She is guessing he weighs at least 7lbs. She said 7.4 lbs..but I'm just gonna stick with 7 and hope she is guessing too high. Lordy. And I'm measuring a little further along than I actually am, but not by much. When we go on the 28th, I'll have our bags with us. Including my flat iron. My hair was curly and when I got up this morning, it looked like I'd been in a fight with a bengal tiger. I looked like a hot mess. Delivery is not going to be very becoming for me. :) haha..just kidding. I know that'll be the last thing on my mind. But I'm funny about my hair...or the curls at least. :)
I miss my sweet nana so much that it hurts. It's Christmas-time and that's always hard. But I'm also close to having my first child, her first grandchild and she's not here to share that with me. It was one of her greatest wishes. I am the oldest and the only granddaughter and we had such a special relationship. She was one of my very best friends. I miss her always but on the holidays especially. And most especially on Christmas. It has not been the same with her gone. We were kindred spirits and I could tell her anything. I would just go sit by her on the couch and read the paper, or a book, or watch TV. I can still see her sitting there with one leg tucked under, drinking coffee and working crossword puzzles. I can hear her laugh and see her smile. When she died, she left a gaping hole in our family and in my heart. Nothing will ever fill it. Time will only dull the ache, but it can never erase it. I wish Landon could have known her. I wish that she was here with me now. But I know I'll see her again one day and that gives me a certain kind of peace.
Enjoy your family and spend time with them. Love them and treasure them. You never know. And if we don't post again before Christmas, have a blessed and Merry Christmas. And keep praying Landon is a New Years Baby! :) Love you all!
The Sapps
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