Today I had an epiphany that maybe hospital life isn't so bad. This all started Monday when I attended a class with other mothers here on the HRP (High Risk Perinatal) floor. They are all here for various reasons (pre-term labor, premature rupture of membranes, pre-eclampsia, etc.) and are at various stages in their pregnancies. There were some women who were barely 18 or 20 weeks all the way up to women like me who were nearing the end of their pregnancy. I noticed a big difference in the women who had no yet reached the viability stage of their pregnancy meaning if their babies were born now they would not survive. The fear and worry was written all over their faces. Each new day brought them closer to their goal but each new setback they faced meant they could lose their babies at any moment. My heart ached for these women and I prayed that every one of their babies would arrive safely. Seeing these women made me so grateful for my own situation. Many times throughout this pregnancy and since I've been here at the hospital I've felt sorry for myself. I've felt like I had been cheated in many ways out of a "normal" pregnancy. But today I've decided to stop my little pity-party and be thankful for the miracles I've been given. So here are 5 reasons I am glad I am in the hospital:
1. Around the clock monitoring of me and the babies and doctors ready to take action
2. 3 hot meals a day served directly to my bed side plus all the snacks I want
3. Lots of visits from friends who may not have been able to come to Newnan to see me
4. An adjustable bed complete with comfy air mattress. My hips no longer hurt at night!
5. Hand rails in the bathroom and a chair in the shower- makes maneuvering my big belly in the bathroom infinitely easier
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