Last Goal Reached

I have set a few goals here and there along the way.  For the longest time, I only wanted to get to 30 weeks and surpass Adalynn's length of time in the womb.  Once that happened, I wanted to get to 32 weeks so I could return to the Quad Cities.  I made that goal and set a new goal of 35 weeks for no apparent reason other than it just sounded like a long time.   And here I am in my 35th week of pregnancy and 40th day in the hospital.  It's hard to believe that I could go into labor at 29 weeks and still be pregnant with a little guy who doesn't appear to be budging this many weeks later.   Apparently these medical professionals know what they're doing.  I'm not setting any more goals - I'm ready at any time.

Starting today, I can walk the halls in the Mother/Baby and/or Labor/Delivery units twice a day.  The exercise from ambulating around my room has given me back feeling in one leg, and we're hoping by walking the halls I'll regain the second leg.  I have to admit, it's strange being allowed this activity and it does make me feel more uncomfortable.  This has me worried that it could take a really long time to get any strength back after the baby is born.  But all this activity has done nothing in the way of bringing on contractions - how is it I have less contractions now that I'm off the meds to stop them than I had when I was on the meds?  And of course Mac has decided to be extremely cooperative with every monitor session and be perfectly active.  He may have a decel every now and then that might cause a little worry with the nurses, but my doctor thinks it's just the way he's either laying on or playing with his umbilical cord.  And because the decel is always followed by lots of accelerations, it's not a cause for alarm at this point.  Of course now that I'm ready to have this baby, everything is going smashingly well.  The nurses chide me for wanting to get this baby out, saying I don't know what it's like to be VERY pregnant.  Well, they don't know what it's like to be confined to one room with people monitoring your every move for this long.  So yes, I'm ready, even if I'm not VERY pregnant. 

Adalynn is struggling a bit.  She once again is having problems with being dropped off at the daycare.  She's had some changes there - her teacher retired and her closest friend no longer attends.  The poor girl gets attached to one little friend, only for them to leave shortly thereafter.  I feel bad for her because the bulk of the class is all boys, and the majority of the girls are older than Adalynn.  She's the youngest, and I am not sure if there are any other girls that are 3 years old like her (since they keep leaving).  She's still very sensitive as well and bursts into tears or pouts if we look at her cross-eyed.  I so badly want to be home to take care of her and get her smiling and happy again.  I think right now time is moving too slowly for all of us.