Gosh, I was dreading Easter in a major way. No egg hunts, basket opening, dinners, dressing up… I felt sad but I knew I shouldn’t be on this day. I kept trying to remind myself Jesus died for our sins, I could probably handle a lonely Sunday.
But! My husband came through and even though I knew he and Brady were coming to visit, he brought along my in-laws, a basket with my favorite sweets and eggs to dye. Brady and I may have ruined a blanket and turned the sink red but it was worth it. 🙂
Then grandma and grandpa hid them and he got to have a nice little egg hunt around the hospital. He loved it! I’m wondering if next time he comes if he will assume there are eggs waiting for him. After that we took several wheel chair rides and he just snuggled me under the blanket soaking in the fresh Spring air.
After everyone was gone I started contracting. They were the worst ones I have had so I was pretty concerned Paityn was on her way out. I chugged a bunch of water and they gave me more procardia (the contraction meds) and they went away, thankfully. The nurse checked my cervix (and so did the doctor this morning) and I’m dilated 1 centimeter. Nothing to worry about right now.
Boy, what a difference a year makes, huh?
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.
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