Tips on Bedrest

Bedrest is one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life, it is so incredibly tough even for the most headstrong, stable, secure person you know. At first when I was put on bedrest I thought all the things I could do while on bedrest, little did I know. Everyone kept saying you are so lucky to not have to work and enjoy yourself, but when you are fighting for a life, there is no way you can relax. I would sit in my empty house before I got to the hospital and worry myself crazy, trying to watch tv, or a movie, something and even though I did nothing productive seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours, which eventually turned into days, weeks, and months. I learned very early on that even though my world was crashing down around me that others lives still went on, even my Husbands. I also learned that you will be surprised by the kindness of others that you didn't know even cared about you, and sadly hurt and disappointed by those you thought were close to you. Through it all you learn that you have strength that you never knew you had, it comes from somewhere deep inside and even though it tests you to your very limits, you have to keep breathing, and keep your head up. Not every story is going to have a happy ending, but every story eventually does have an ending, and it is with dignity and grace that you have that you can proceed through this difficult time.
Something else very important that I learned is that me, even the most proudest person in the world, had to ask for help. This is not a situation where you hope that people guess what mood your in, you have to tell them and be direct. If you need company tell them, if you need food tell them, you will have plenty of time in your life to be a proud member of society, but at the time of bedrest you need someone to take care of you. Also remember not to feel sorry for yourself. This was one of the hardest things for me. I was so jealous of my wonderful pregnancy being ripped away from me, my tears often filled the room when no one was looking, and my pillow took a somber beating. I have angels that I prayed to every second of every day, and the thoughts of m future with my daughter and my past memories of holding my lifeless son. I felt as though my son was holding me and pushing me to gain strengt for his sister so she could have a chance that he never did.