This is about how my week has gone. Trying to rest while basically letting the little man get into whatever trouble he will within reason. I'm on "modified" bedrest, so I'm supposed to be resting as much as I can but I'm okay to walk around. I have strict instructions to not lift a thing or basically do anything that require me to use my stomach muscles. Like lift my two year old up from all the places he climbs onto. But I really have been so blessed this week. My kids have been so happy and Brett has been great to come home and do all the things I haven't done in the day.
I had another visit to the hospital yesterday with more bleeding. She is still moving around and sounds good as far as they can tell. They are hoping the tear will heal and that she'll be able to stay put for the rest of the pregnancy. I on the other hand have been a nervous wreck about the whole thing. I just hope the doctors know what they are doing. It sounds like one of those things though that you won't really know how well she has fared until she is born. She could be just fine and be perfect or she could have been not getting enough oxygen and nutrients, we won't know until the end. It's amazing how I can worry so much about a little person that hasn't even been born yet.
Thanks for your comments and prayers, really it feels good to know you care!