For those of you that followed my previous blog (before I went all privacy crazy and shut 'er down) you know that I went in for a routine checkup at 34 weeks with C and ended up spending the night in the hospital having my BP monitored every few hours and (sorry if this is TMI) my urine tested for protein for 24 hours. Thankfully I never had protein in my urine or any other symptoms of preeclampsia so I was sent home on strict bed rest that, after 2 weeks at home, turned into 8 days in the hospital of bed rest and finally ending with C being born at 37 weeks 2 days healthy and perfect.
Welp, this time it's started earlier. I was 28 weeks on Sunday and yesterday at my appointment my BP went over to the dark side again resulting in my doctor putting me on "home rest". That basically means I can do all I need to (in moderation meaning I should avoid picking up my 34 lb linebacker of a toddler as much as I can, rest and take it easy and relax) at home but that's it. No leaving. Until either A) my BP goes down and stays down consistently or B) baby comes which no one is hoping for for at LEAST another 8-9 weeks.
Now don't get me wrong, I believe BIG things in my God. BIG. Hello, is it not the holiday season? Sending His son to be born as a baby to save mankind? Big things. I know He can bring this BP down. But I also know that sometimes He teaches us things that are hard for us. Like, oh I don't know, patience maybe? I'll admit, I'm not the most patient person in the world. When your son grunts and says "ugh!" on a constant basis because he hears his mommy do it ... well, you could have a problem with patience.
So I will use this time to snuggle with my boy, rest before I'm no longer able to after this next little boy gets here and talking to my Jesus.
The difference this time? I choose not to whine. YES it sucks not to be able to leave the house or drive a car for 10 weeks. To miss my silly's girls night bday celebration, the Christmas production at church, my family's big White Elephant party and the Christmas Eve service.
But this time? I choose to look at the positive. Like the fact that my doctor said I could still attend Christmas Day with our families, that my husband is IN TOWN this time and working at a job that's allowing him flex hours so he can be home to help with C almost as soon as he gets up from his nap, that 10 weeks, in the grand scheme of things, is NOTHING (there are moms that are on chemo, in the hospital for other illnesses and so on and so forth that cause them to be away from their families for long periods of time, I get to BE HOME with my baby) and I have family and friends that are willing to do everything from take care of C to bring me food to just keeping me company, so much so that I could probably fill up the next 10 weeks with their generosity.
It's all about how you look at things folks. Last time, I felt very alone, very "woe is me" and very scared. This time I refuse to let fear get the best of me. Because God has commanded me to do so.
These were the verses in my Jesus Calling devotional yesterday. I thought they were appropriate ...
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds.
So if you think about it, throw up a little prayer for my BP to stay where it is or come down at least until I'm 37 weeks.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention the most important part, baby boy looks perfect and is measuring a week ahead! I mean, check out this precious profile!