The highlight of my days were being wheeled into another room down the hallway, being put on a monitor and hearing my baby's heartbeat. It was such music to my ears every-single-time. I would go twice a day. Once mid-morning and then again mid-evening. I looked forward to those 2 - 30 minute "outings." And sometimes when the nurses would hook me up and leave they would end up forgetting about me so I ended up being in there almost an hour which was totally fine by me! I could have stayed in there all day listening to his heartbeat and watching his vitals/movements on the paper grid that was printing. It was always a bummer being wheeled back to my room with nothing to do and nobody to talk to.
Plus, I had to wear those leg compressors 8 hours a day to keep my circulation going while laying all day. This stuff was no joke. Yes, I got to spend my days just lounging around but I would much rather have been with my two loves at home. I just had to keep my mind on the prize and that was to keep that baby cooking inside of me for as long as possible. I knew that every day was monumental for his/her development. It was almost like a challenge for me that I was determined to win. I wanted to challenge myself to see how long I could keep him/her cooking. :)
About 2 weeks into my hospital stay, I had hit the 36.5 week mark. My doctor came in a day later during her morning patient rotation and told Jer and I (who had happened to have been staying the night with me the night before) that as soon as I hit 37.5 weeks she would be okay with delivering me and that we could set a date. We were thrilled! I knew that this baby was already weighing above what most babies weigh at that gestational age and so did she. I tend to make big babies. And it was also developing perfectly. Praise God. So we decided that day that we would go ahead and scheduled a c-section for the exact day I hit 37.5 weeks which happened to land on a Wednesday. Knowing this made a huge difference in my mood each day. I could now see the light at the end of the tunnel and it wasn't going to be another 3 weeks, either. So, I was determined to completely relax my last week of my pregnancy. I knew I had better take advantage of that time alone with no responsibilities because I knew that the moment this baby was born, I would then have 2 babies depending on me 24/7 and there would be no more "me" time or down time for quite some time. So I spent that last week watching tv, ordering food (which was actually really yummy for a hospital) and getting prepared for this new arrival. It was pretty glorious I must admit. Ha. I can't think of another time where I will get to do that without any guilt. :) But in the end, all of that was SO worth it!!