When I found out that I was going to be admitted today, I won't lie, my heart sank. While the decision was more or less of my doing - I know it was the smartest and safest choice for my girls, but the idea of being away from home for the next month completely pulled down my spirits. All I could think about was how much I was going to miss my husband and my kitty - it would seem I have attachment issues. They had originally wanted me admitted last night, but it was my sweet husbands birthday and I wanted to spend it with him - the last one we'll celebrate without the girls. We had a good night, dinner and a movie, and some excellent cuddle time before bed. I drank in every second knowing it would be the last time for a long time that we would be able to go on a date like that. this morning he got up and left for work and I began packing my bag. Pajamas, shampoo, laptop, pillow, etc. Everything I would need for the next however many weeks. After a quick trip to the library I was off.
I hauled my duffel bag and laptop bag up to the third floor, unit 1200 and was surprised by the immediate difference between this ward and the rest of the hospital. There are wood floors, curtains, warm colors, not nearly as scary as I had prepared myself for it to be. I was lead to a spacious bright room where I had a bed closest to the windows that provided a somewhat "scenic" view. Okay, well, scenic for Rochester. I felt my blood pressure drop a little bit and thought that I might actually survive this after all. I unpacked my things and started to get settled in. At first I had no roommate, and I thought I hit the jackpot, but it was short lived. Still, I was relieved when they rolled her in to find that she was a quiet young girl, definitely not the worst case scenario.
The nurses came in and took my vitals, confirmed my information, all the usual processes, and then I had my NST. The girls hearts looked good, or stable at least, for now. So I ordered dinner (Chicken quesadillas, rice, and mashed potatoes - which is surprisingly enjoyable) and am now waiting for Marcus to come see me before settling into bed for the night. The nurse just told me the doctors want me to have an IV, bummer, I was hoping to get off without one for a while. Ah well, such is hospital life.
