A year has passed since I was traped in a hospital room. Remembering back, it was probely the worst thing about being pregnant, the high blood pressure and giving birth. I was confined to bed and was depressed. I was also about an hour and a half away from home. My older two children could not come and see me every day and I hate being away from them. I don't even remember everything, because of the magnisum they had me on (to control the blood pressure and contactions). All I really remeber was the "vampires" that came in my room every hour to draw blood to check the mag levels. When I left the hospital it looked like I had shot up heroin in the past. I still can see some of the scars. I remember my husband being there, my MIL, and some other family seemed to be wondering in and out. After awhile the contractions stopped and I was taken off the mag and had that awful cathiter taken out. That is another thing I can do without, I drove those nurses crazy, I was still hooked up to an IV and they had to come and unhook me so I could go to the bathroom. In about 40 to 50 hours will be Michelle's official Birthday and the time that I started to really worry last year. We were given the choice to, let me go home and stay in bed 24/7, stay at the hospital (that was really getting old, fast), or go ahead and induce labor. We then desided I should give birth and come home in the next couple of days, hopefully with the baby. I think someone was laughing at me, because Michelle had a clean bill of health, while they wanted ME to stay in the hospital longer. We left on Dec. 8, with the warning that my blood pressure was still high and I better get to the emergency room if I started to feel bad again. I think it was hospital induced, I was fine when I got home. And so was my baby, my beautiful Michelle. Now, she is leaving babyhood and entering toddlerhood, and I am sad, mostly because, I will miss having a small baby in my house, I will miss the baby smells, I will miss the small body cuddled in my arms, I will miss it all. But I am looking forward to her growing, seeing the color of her eyes, her hair, and everything that is coming. I am just thinking about everything that has been and being happy and sad for what the past year has brought us and what is to come.
