This isn't a fairy tale. Our lives have been forever changed by Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia. We're just trying to find a way to make it work.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Week 32 Day 4
I woke up this morning after another long night of tossing and turning, with the same symptoms I was having monday when I had to go to the hospital. I forced myself to eat then down a lot of water and some tylanol. Then took a bath to help soothe the back back and wait for the contractions to ease up. After I took a nap before the house became too unbearably hot to handle and was forced out of bed and into the cool living room. Thankfully Ive only had a few contractions here and there. Now I'm sitting here in the reclyner watching my daughter play and sing. It's amazing the things kids think of. Its hard to believe that here in a few short weeks we'll have a baby in the house. I know my daughter is going to want to hold and play with her little brother. I'm also praying that she doesn't get overly jealous at the attention everyone will no doubt give him and that she doesn't start acting out. She's been the only child for 3 1/2 years so she's pretty used to getting all the attention to her self only sharring it on a rare occaision. The last time I held a baby in my hands she walked up to get a good look at it then walked away with indifference. She's also smart enough to know that it wasn't a permanent thing but that when her brother gets here he wont be going anywhere. I think having her help me put together the bedroom for the baby has helped alot that way she hasn't felt left out. We also sat her in the crib to show her how the baby sleeps in a crib and that she's too big for a crib. It stopped her from trying to climb into it like she was. She still tries to play with his toys that are in his room, which she knows is fine for now but that they don't leave the room. She also has been picking stuff out that she wants to get the baby when we're out shopping. Then when we get home she put those things away in his room. So far it's worked out nicely. I'm worried about the three days I'll have to spend in the hospital away from her for the c-section. Good thing we have a close knit family with pleanty of people that have voluntered to keep her so DH can be with me. Ofcourse we've arranged it so he'll be home with her at night so she can sleep in her own bed. I think it's important not to take her too much out of her routine. A night here and there is fine, but three in a row would mess up the routine. My other worry is after we get home. I'll still be healing and sore and I just know she'll try to climb up on my lap and I'll end up with a knee in the stomach or something equally painful. It deffinately won't be as easy as it was when I brought her home. Between one three year old and two cats and the baby I'll be on my toes. Thankfully my cats are good with babies. One stays completely away from them and the other like's to just watch over them. Our "protector" cat still watch's our daughters door at night. He stays in the hallway after she's put to bed and if she wakes up crying he comes running out to the living to let us know. I swear he's more like a dog sometimes. I know I'm probably worring for nothing, but for me it's just preparing for the worse.
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