“Are you checking in?” a Labor and Delivery employee I haven’t met asks me. “No, I live here.” I’ve been “living” at the hospital for two weeks now. Nothing has really changed, except that it has become my new normal and I’ve accepted the situation. My daily highlights include any visitors, showering, and my daily jaunt outside. I had to fight hard for daily outside time, but I won. It’s the little things.
I’m still pretty mobile and healthy and the babies seem to be doing great. I’ve occupied my time with reading, watching Netflix, Hulu, and some of the movies a friend brought me, befriending the nurses and cleaning staff, doing a puzzle, and most recently, playing the ukulele. I tried the knitting thing, but it hasn’t stuck.
The end is not quite in site yet, but I’m at least 1/2 way done with the hospital stay.
Since going from zero to three babies will be shocking, at least returning to my own home will feel like a victory. Stay tuned!