Tuesday: August 31st, 2010
Bret had gone home the previous morning at 3am to get sleep. He returned at around 11am to find me upstairs in a room that was designated for less of an acute situation. They felt my contractions were being maintained and the level of care would be less than require down on the second floor. I had a super sweet nurse (Jessica) who I bonded with in the days to come. I tried to get comfortable, as comfortable as one can get flat on the back. I was hopeful that the MAG and Indomethacin were helping to stop my contractions. I was doing a lot of tossing and turning trying to find a spot that I could tolerate. I even allowed myself to eat on my side with my head slightly up. I was anxious about the prospect of going to the bathroom in bed. I knew the worst thing I could do was be constipated. The pressure was the last thing y cervix needed. The stool softener they gave me had yet to work and the worry loomed over my head.
Bret's Dad and Step mom came around 6pm that evening bringing magazines and a book that I requested. My spirits were up a bit and I was able to have a bit of a conversation before falling asleep. A long restless night was ahead. I just couldn't fall asleep. I was concerned about taking any extra meds for fear of hurting the baby. I had no choice though. The stress of not sleeping was inevitably doing more damage than a low dose of Ambien would. I took it and it doing virtually nothing. I wasn't intentionally fighting sleep but I couldn't help it. I got through most of the night by talking to my brother. We chatted for at least an hour. It helped me make it through the night. I think I finally fell asleep around 5am to 7am.
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