What a Difference a Week Makes

It's been a week since the fetal surgery. I don't remember much about coming out of anesthesia, but Matt recounted it to me later. He said that I mumbled a word over and over. One of the doctors deciphered what I was saying, "Maggie." I do remember Matt telling me that Maggie did great, and the surgery went perfectly. That's all I needed to hear. My fear of Maggie not making it through the surgery was over. Then I drifted off again.

Matt did a great job with all the blog posts. I finally read them and was touched by his perspective and loving words. Every trial has silver linings, and Matt's tenderness makes me love him even more. Although, he did post way too many pictures of my double chin and greasy hair! I miss him now that he's at home, but my stitches are grateful he's gone. Nobody makes me laugh like he does, which then makes me cry and want to pass out from the pain. Today when he called, he asked if he should put mousse in Josie's hair before or after he curls it. Laugh, cry, die from pain. Such a good dad.

Bed rest is terrible! Glad to be at my sister-in-law's house. She takes such good care of me and let's me sleep and rest all day. As much as I miss my family, it's a good thing that I'm here. I would try to do too much if I were home. My nieces and nephews are so fun to be around. The four year old loves to check on me during the day and be my nurse.

The pain is constant still, but it lessens with medication. Maggie is doing all sorts of karate moves against the fresh wounds. I just pray that my womb will stay in one piece and my amniotic fluid won't leak! Too graphic, sorry. As bad as bed rest is, the alternative is the hospital...no thank you. I look forward to my appointment on Friday to make sure everything is okay.

I must make a voyage to the kitchen for my scheduled drug dosage. It's a treat to get out of bed and take my meds. I'll soon be drifting away. Pregnancy plus medication makes for bizarre dreams!