The state of my cervix will be assessed in the morning, and further decisions made. Based on limited contractions in the last day or so, the doctors seem fairly confident that there is a sojourn of as-yet unidentified length for me on the antepartum floor, and there is even talk of me being sent home. As this is the gestational week at which A died, I am a bit jumpy about that course of action. But I expect that Dr. Best will be by sometime in the morning to heavily influence the decision-making process.
Oh, and when the mag makes itself entirely scarce, I get to have solid food. There is a large plastic container of blueberries in my room, farm-picked by friends and already pre-washed, waiting to be attacked. The hospital, as hospitals are wont to do, tried to convince me earlier today that the bowl of chemically offensive yellow liquid was chicken soup, which I was allowed to have as per clear liquids ruling.
Ha! I am a Jew from the Old Country-- I know from chicken soup, and that was no chicken soup. Let me tell you about chicken soup. Chicken soup is made from, wait for it... chicken. With onion, carrot, bay leaves, salt, and pepper. And that's exactly the soup I did have today, courtesy first of my friend Natalie, and then my sister. My sister takes the prize for consideration in looking after the convalescent, as her and my brother-in-law (dudes, I have a brother-in-law... still weird to say that... they've been married for five weeks now. When does it stop being weird?) replaced the by-then-empty carafe of tea they brought yesterday with two, count them two carafes-- one of tea and one of chicken soup. Labeled for my convenience and everything.
Also? I have the best nurse tonight again. She was on last night, and is on again tonight. She is kind, cheerful efficient, goes way out of her way to make your and your partner's life a bit easier. And she gives massages. All my nurses have been very good (well, except for a lunch replacement today who tried to convince me babies don't die in utero in minutes... aha, I will be sure to pass that along to the pathologist who said otherwise, k?), but Nurse L. really is the grand prize in the nurse lottery.
And finally, as it is still Sunday, I thought I'd multitask and jump back into Mel's Sunday Show and Tell.
This is what I saw yesterday morning in my hospital room-- the mag and the IV fluids bathed in the rays of the very early morning sun.
P.S. Dear Teacher, Please excuse the late posting on the picture--