A New Day of Mercy

Wow, it is so good to be where we are this morning and not where we were yesterday at this time. All of us (myself, "JP", and my lovely, handsome, nurse who happens to be wearing a very hard cercival neck collar) had a GREAT night - no contractions, bleeding seems to have stopped and JP's little heartbeat it ticking along fast and strong.

I have a glimmer of hope that they may let me go home today but I suspect tomorrow or even a few days from now is more likely. The truth is I feel really safe here - attached to the baby monitor with the constant droll of his little heartbeat always in the background, and directly across the street from my midwife's and my OB's office. (I have typically had all my babies with a midwife but the events of the past 2 days have now moved me to the "high risk" category so the OB in her office has taken over.) I could probably even see their office from my hospital room - if I were allowed to walk to the window. I also take great comfort in knowing that my OB is a runner, and a fast one. (He's out doing a "short" 10 mile run as part of his Alaska Marathon training as I type.) So I have no doubt he could be here quickly should we need him.

Yesterday is all a blur to me - full of fear, anxiety, and confusion. I found it hard to really be intentional and focused with my thoughts and prayers. I'm really hoping and expecting today to be an entirely new day in that regard. It feels like a day of promise.

We won't know anything about the plans for today until this afternoon with my OB comes in to visit. Until then, it's business as usual - shifting side to side in bed, wishing I could get out of bed to look out the window, and some good reading/prayer time. I'm also told our girls will be coming in the visit so that should be exciting!