So... My last post was maybe 2 weeks ago and I can't help but ask myself, is this moment of still and calm a moment to record before shit heads towards me?
As I lay in cedar ward once again for my second consecutive night with my three pillows ( stolen from empty beds of course. )
I stretch out looking at the small tv screen wondering what way the decision will go.
My health and wellbeing are being examined to see if baby and me are to finish this pregnancy in separate places.
Me - cedar / home
Max - N.I.C.U
I am 31 weeks tomorrow.
They have administered the steroids to help baby's lungs develop. They have scanned baby intensely to check weight (4lbs) and movement, blood flow and general health.
They are juggling my health issues currently.
They fix one problem and then another appears. It's relentless and I am heavy medicated most of the time as that's how they seem to be trying to solve everything.
I have 2 kids in school. One in his last year of secondary school.
I am sitting in a hospital bed waiting for the drugs to work or fail. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for what happened before.
Waiting
Who will win?
Max vs Mel
This feels like a little lose lose no matter how you look at it because as I have stated before I am anything but dull!
Drama always on the menu
Hugs to all following my journey.
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