Some hospital thoughts

  • I like when Christine is on the monitor because when I make her laugh, her tummy moves and the monitor makes a noise. It’s like it’s saying, ‘yeah, that’s pretty funny.’
  • Christine has diapered her teddy bear, dressed him in baby clothes, and is now carrying him around in a ring sling. If she weren’t pregnant, this would be super creepy.
  • So I know that I’m just cranky because I have low blood sugar, but it still irritates me that all of the salads and pre-made sandwiches at the hospital cafe have meat in then.  Meat salad? Really?
  • Some nurses knock and wait for a response before entering Christine’s room, some nurses knock and enter without waiting for a response, and some nurses do not knock at all. Does this bother me? Um. No?
  • Walking between the maternity area and the cafeteria, I pass the birthing unit, the recovery area, classrooms, a NICU, and (although I believe it’s a little hidden), the OR. Whoever built the hospital worked very hard to ensure that the hallways and their taupe walls remain unaffected by the noise and frenzy surrounding them. It is odd walking in relative quiet, knowing (or at least assuming) that what’s happening around you is so different.
  • The food here is pretty good, but there are only like 10 meals. When you’re here for more than 10 days, the food starts getting old.
  • I’m pretty sure this hospital has stairs, but I’ve never used them.
  • I shouldn’t have married a Smith alumna if I wanted to win at Words with Friends.
  • Our options are limited. All we can do is eat, read, chat, watch tv, and play games. I’ve trained my whole life for this.
  • This shower is way too small for a normal-sized person.
  • They can call it a “husband couch” if they want. We all know it’s a futon.
  • I’m savoring these weeks before the delivery: I can hold my entire family when I hold Christine. I realize that is an agonizingly syrupy thing to say, but it’s also true and being able to hold your whole family in one go is lovely. So shut up.
  • Every day the girls are still in utero is, so they say, equal to three days in the NICU.
  • Eventually, I’m going to need to go through all my posts and standardize my categories. Luckily, I’m a librarian.

When the cat’s away…

Christine has been in the hospital for over two weeks now and I’m setting into my quasi-bachelor lifestyle, which I have not enjoyed/endured since college. My first item of business was to not do dishes or laundry for multiple days. I have since caught up, which was an ordeal. I’m considering bringing back the trencher. Also, who’s wearing all these clothes? I realize that it must be me, but if my neighbor told me that he’s been sneaking his clothes into my laundry, I would believe him.

My second item of business was to catch up on some important projects. I’ve now finished season one of The Clone Wars. I like that the show is styled – tongue-in-cheek – after adventure serials; the “our hero, Anakin Skywalker, is on a mission to…” voice-over announcements are fun. The show has issues that I could rant about at length, but it has  reawakened my love for Star Wars. I like the movies, but I’m more into the books. Timothy Zahn’s Heir to the Empire is one of the most important books in my history as a reader. A quick search of Wookiepedia (okay, I was there for like 2 hours) revealed that there are over 200 Star Wars books. I think I’ve only read 50ish. I found out that Zahn had a few Star Wars books I didn’t know about, so I’m working my way through those.

Also, I bought queen-sized Star Wars sheets. In my defense, they were on sale.

I have a lot to be thankful for

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It has the family-togetherness and culinary emphasis of Christmas without the materialism (this post is not about Black Friday). I also like that it’s a fairly universal American holiday; 96% of Americans celebrate Thanksgiving.

This year, Christine and I spent Thanksgiving – our first as a married couple – in the hospital. We missed our families and our traditions, but getting to spend over 30 hours with just Christine was wonderful.

We had 4 meals together (two of which were Thanksgiving-y and all of which were healthy and tasty). We watched the Macy’s Day parade and worked on our list of baby supplies (but didn’t buy anything becau – okay, this post is still not about Black Friday). And we listened to the babies’ heartbeats.

I think I loved Thanksgiving this year even more than I usually do.

Everything is awesome

Everything has been going really well since Christine got into the hospital, health-wise.

I think the most dangerous thing with the pregnancy right now is driving to visit Christine in the hospital, but I’m doing my best to be careful. I might write more about that later, but it really feels extra important to drive safely now.

It’s like college

On Monday, Christine went into the hospital. We had gone back and forth between going in at 26 weeks and going in at 28, and after our ultrasound on Monday (just shy of the 26-week mark), we decided to go in. The ultrasound showed that the girls were doing well, but that the cervical shortening had continued. So we went in. The first two days were hard. We were having good tests, but it’s scary to be in the hospital and it’s hard to be apart. And it has been difficult for me to juggle housework, a full-time job, taking care of our dog (Rae the Magnificent), and visits to the hospital.

We decided that Rae should go stay with my parents for a little bit. Mom and Dad live in a rural area, so Rae will get to smell interesting things, bark at cows, chase squirrels, and (because my parents heat by wood), zonk out in front of a wood stove. These are all top-notch things for dogs. Honestly, they sound pretty great to me too.

Christine is at a great hospital, in a special maternal care unit, and is being well cared for. Her room is about the size of my first apartment. She went in on Monday and I visited her on Wednesday and Thursday and we video chatted on the other days. Visiting her in the hospital reminds me of visiting her in her college dorm. There’s even a cafeteria. And everyone I see when I visit is female, just like in her college dorm (she went to a women’s college).

Tonight, my parents are coming to take Rae, and then I’ll spend the night at the hospital with Christine, for the first time. Her room has a couch that turns into a bed. Okay, I guess it’s a futon. It’s a nice futon though.