Seven Random Things: My Hospital Stay

My bloggy friend, Carrie posts a Sunday Seven each week...just 7 random things for the day. So, I'm gonna do just that instead of boring you (and my future self who will likely read this again one day) with the paragraph by paragraph mundane details of my hospital stay.

1. Oreos, Cheese Curls, Lorna Doones, Oreo Cakesters, Gatorade, and a Starbucks Iced White Chocolate Mocha (I love them so much they're on my sidebar!). These were the contents of the goodie bag that my sweet husband brought me on Saturday. I've been in snack heaven!

2. 46 minutes. The length of time two active toddlers can handle being in a private, yet matchbox size hospital room before meltdowns begin! A mommy who misses her little boys can handle meltdowns for 18 minutes before everyone is ready to end the visit!

3. Sleep. Very few consecutive hours to be found here. One example: A nice, but overly helpful nursing assistant came into my room at 5:30am this morning and announced that he was just bringing me fresh ice water. This was after having my blood drawn at 4am, and battling insomnia for an hour.

4. Having an IV in the crease of your arm makes it virtually impossible to do anything (especially type!). Every time I bent my arm, the IV machine made this horrendously loud beeping noise. They finally taught me how to turn it off myself so that I didn't have to call a nurse every time. They clearly didn't teach the person in the next room over. I heard muffled beeping sounds for 40 minutes straight last night. Refer to number 3.

5. When you think you've come to the end of the internet, just start shopping. A slew of new maternity clothes will arrive soon after I get home. When I told my husband, he just smiled. I think he was happy for me! (LOL!)

6. Some nurses are nice. Some aren't. Enough said.

7. I miss my husband. I miss snuggling with him, and laughing before we fall asleep, and playing rock, paper, scissors to see who will get up to turn off the light. I miss his kisses in the morning, and the intense way he reads at night, and the sound of the garage door signaling me that he's home at the end of the day. He's the number 1 reason I'm happy to be going home tomorrow!

YAY! Next time I write I'll be home!