You and Me and our PRECIOUS THREE!: Hospital Bed Rest

I always meant to blog through my entire hospital stay during my pregnancy. I was admitted to the hospital at 28 weeks due to complications with my triplet pregnancy. Two of my three babies were MoMo twins. Because of this my perinatologist recommended that I go on hospital bed rest at 28 weeks to be monitored until the babies were born.

You would have thought that I'd have had nothing but time living in the hospital for 5 weeks. But somehow I kept myself busy and never once blogged. I did, however, keep a paper and pencil journal that I hope to one day share with my boys.

I won't go into too much detail about my hospital stay, but looking back on it, here are the things I remember most:

My husband came to visit me every single day...all 39 of them. He did this while working full-time and getting everything ready at home for the babies. This meant more to me than he will ever know.
Other visitors - I had tons of friends, coworkers, and family members come visit me in the hospital. I actually kept a log of all the visitors I had and there were only 6 days where I didn't have someone other than James come. This kept me sane.
Hospital Book Club and Hospital Game Night - My girlfriends kept me laughing. I have such great hospital memories with them!
James' 1st Father's Day - Celebrating with Mi Ranchito and some Boulevard Single Wide (him, not me). And snuggling in my hospital bed, despite being enormous.
Taking my weekly belly pictures...and always being so proud of myself for making it another week.
The monitors - I hated those monitors. Many sleepless nights hooked up to those stupid things. My back cramping up from not being able to move for hours. Lots of cold meals because my food came when I was hooked up for hours on end.
ALWAYS having to pee...
Naughty "Baby C" - Lucas would never cooperate and would "run away" whenever he was on the monitor.
Butt hiccups - The boys had the hiccups a lot, but it was always really funny when Oliver (Baby A) got them. He was so far down, that when he hiccuped, I would feel it in my butt. Weird, right?
Being swollen in places I didn't know could swell. TMI?
My awesome nurses. I had a lot of great ones, but I will never forget Sarah, Chantel, or Dana.
The scary moments when we thought the boys would be coming way too early. So glad they made it as far as they did.
That last week...being just miserable (both physically and emotionally). Huge. Crying at the drop of a hat. Sky-rocketed blood pressure.
Watching 4th of July fireworks with James and Kahlua from the hospital window...knowing that it'd likely be our last night with just the two of us. And it was.
4:08 AM on July 5, 2013 - The moment I became a mother of three. I'll never forget the feeling I had when I heard all three of their cries. It still gets me choked up thinking about it.