A week ago today I got orders from my doctor that I thought I would never hear : BED REST
What? ME! Why would I need bed rest? I feel completely fine, I eat healthy for me and baby, I go to yoga three times a week, I still have the energy to work full time. This didn't make any sense. It came as a complete shock and I think I was in shock for the remainder of the week.
My husband, Sal, was still in Hawaii when we got the news Monday afternoon and he was insistent that I go straight home and not even go to work. Um hello? I don't just drop everything and leave. I had to argue that I still had responsibilities at work and needed to at least tie up a few loose strands. It was completely frustrating and added more stress to the situation but we came to a compromise. Looking back, I get it. His main focus was the health of our baby.
So why the bed rest? Well at 35 weeks preggo, 'baby G' was behind the growth curve and my last ultrasound raised red flags about the placenta not functioning at its best. Bed rest was the prescription. This meant I was not allowed to do any chores, errands or any intentional exercise. This also meant monitoring baby twice a week with fetal non-stress tests or an NST. Basically it monitors the baby's heart rate and my contractions for about half an hour. I told the nurses to strap one onto Sal too.
I really do admire my husband for being so involved and a complete worry wart while he was thousands of miles away. Not only did he make sure I had food delivered to our place but he also reached out to my 'pseudo husband' Candace to coordinate house visits. She came with tons of fresh fruit and a huge taco salad!
Now that he's here in Oregon with me, Sal is able to monitor my activity-less life. He won't even let me put my own dishes in the sink! But I can't be mad at him for that. He just wants all of the energy and growth to go to our boy. Anyone who knows Sal, knows that he is a stickler for rules and anyone who knows me knows that I don't like to follow them. But again, we compromise. In the end he would let me put away the placemats.
Going to Target was a HUGE event because it was the first time I was allowed out in days...besides my usual doctors appointments. I told Sal, I would even ride in those scooters if it made him feel better. He didn't think I was serious. So you know I totally embarrassed him. I gotta keep myself entertained somehow.