It’s been a year now from the day that I got sucked out of my normal life and shoved into a hospital bed and told SIT, STAY. A year since my life was completely turned upside down within the time it took to measure my cervical length.
I sat there for seven long weeks sad and missing my family. I often wondered what life would look like a year from then. Like everything in life, I couldn’t see past the now. I’m sad NOW. I want to go home NOW. But what would life be like once the dust settled and we had a new member of the family? How would things look when I was home, back to work, 40 pounds lighter?
It would look like this:
And everyone told me that. That I would be happy I made the sacrifice and that the time spent in a hospital bed would seem so minuscule in the grand scheme of life. But it didn’t make it hurt any less and if you are on bed rest this post won’t make you hurt any less. But I did it and so have others and life goes on.
So here we are, a year later. A thriving, happy nine-month old baby girl with white blond hair that loves to blow spit bubbles. If only someone could have shown me this a year ago.