He told me to sit my butt down!
These are the instructions I received from my doctor a few weeks ago. Apparently, baby girl was trying to make her way into this world much too soon. So, the solution was to take me out of work way before I planned to leave.
Can’t do to much walking around and carrying on. I think this might be what you call partial bed rest. I am calling it cabin fever. Whatever it takes though, for my baby girl.
In this process, I’ve discovered that I may have married an angel. My husband has been doing ev-ery-thing. Cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, taking care of our son and our dog. Speaking of our dog, Lola, the diva has been sick too. Most recently, she somehow has a slipped disc in her back and this little chick has been on bed rest too! Thank goodness she’s got decent health insurance. Her being sick had just meant more work for my husband because she’d been sedated and practically helpless.
I have seriously been thinking of searching for a bed rest support group. It’s crazy to one day be fully functioning to being on straight up lock down. I’m not used to not being able to work, cook dinner, clean my house – you get the picture.
You can start forming a prayer circle now because I still have a ways to go.