Well, I’ve been home since Monday and today’s only Friday. Not even a full week at home and the learning curve to this new temporary life is steep. I was sent home on “moderately reduced activity” which is a drastic difference to how I was living before being hospitalized, but still has enough freedom that I’m not just laying down all day long. The guidelines are: resting 3x3hrs/day, 10 minutes or less of walking, less than 20 minutes on feet at one time, light house duties (nothing that involves any type of strain so no lifting laundry or vacuuming etc), limited stair climbing, no looking after toddlers.
Here’s the thing though, although I try my best to follow these guidelines sometimes I find myself wandering the house just “tidying” up and before I know it 45 minutes have passed. Then I pay for it the rest of the day, I get crampy and start contracting and generally feel terrible. Even leaving the house is a feat. On Wednesday I had to drop off some papers for my short term disability, then we went to the library to return some books and let Ezekiel play, then we picked up some groceries (I order online and they shop, bag and deliver to my car while I sit in the car). Total time on my feet was less than 15 minutes, and total time out of the house was about 1.5hrs and by the time I got home I felt terrible. It’s discouraging that I no longer am just doing things to be cautious, I’m actually on these restrictions because without them I’d have a micro-premie in the NICU for months. Earlier in my pregnancy I went off 12 hr shifts and night shifts extremely early (relative to the “norm” on the unit) because it was hard on my body and I was being cautious. I then went on modified duties and sat at a desk (less than two weeks before being hospitalized), again because I was being cautious but now it’s just plain necessary to be resting for almost the entire day. A hard pill to swallow. I think it’s taken this long for me to figure it out. Of course I knew it but I just had to “get it,” you know? It’s amazing that 12 days ago I was living normally, cleaning my house, cooking, doing laundry and grocery shopping all in the same day and today I literally can’t do any of those things for more than a few minutes and I’m out for the day.
I’m doing my best to stay out of the hospital, and I’ll have to become more rigid with my time on my feet. Maybe I’ll have to set a timer every time I get up to do something. I’m trying to keep myself busy with projects that can be done while sitting. I’ll write a post about that later on. Honestly though the days seem to fly, when Ezekiel’s awake it’s all about him. We read, build with blocks, play music and he dances, we do puzzles, colour and then it’s nap time. I can’t imagine doing this without my mom here though, she’s doing all the cooking, cleaning, lifting, laundering and anything that’s just too much for me. Some people don’t have that luxury and it would be a thousand times harder than it is for me. So I’m trying to stay positive and count my blessings. It’s really not all that bad, I get an extra 3 months (fingers crossed) at home with my little guy before we have a new addition and his world is turned upside down. I’m doing my best to make the most of it because I won’t get these days back.
I’ll take all the suggestions for things to do while resting! Also all the prayers that I get to rest for 3 more months!