The Big Hospital Hotel

If you say the words "Preterm Labor" to a pregnant woman, you'll probably freak her right the hell out. Well, depending on how far long she is I guess. Both my boys were born at 36 and a half weeks and apparently, this is considered preterm because it's earlier than 37 weeks. When you're only 29 weeks along, however, there is absolutely no doubt that this is a scary situation.

So what happens when you find out your water has broken and you might have a 3 pound baby? Well, you cry. (Duh.) It's not like those hormone surges aren't good for something, right? Not to mention that you are being told the future of your unborn baby is now really uncertain. I think the most stoic woman on the planet would crumble in the face of such staggering news. After the crying you have inwardly panicking, followed by lots of monitoring, IV drugs, and nurses. And possibly more panicking, either inwardly or outwardly.

If you haven't figured it out by now, I was one such lucky woman to have "ruptured membranes" at 29 weeks. (Ruptured membranes is fancy speak for, "Oh crap, my water broke.") Since our local hospital isn't equipped to deal with such emergencies, they shipped me to a larger hospital an hour away. Great news for baby, bad news for poor Daddy who has to travel back and forth constantly. It's been an interesting last few days and we're hoping that things might have finally settled down some. Even if it means an extended stay in the Hotel Hospital. (Hey, clean linens and towels, meal plans, and someone always asking me if I need anything? That's almost hotel-like, right?)

After the first night of constant poking, prodding, waking every 2 hours, and redundant questions, they finally shipped me to the "She's out of immediate danger at this moment" room. This was a transitional room until I got moved to my "We're just hanging around waiting now" room. We like this room much better. It means that we are now just hoping to keep that baby inside my lovely, cozy uterus for as long as possible. (If you didn't know that a uterus could be cozy, you've obviously never seen mine. No, that's ok, I don't want to show you. Really. Just take my word on it.)

Who doesn't love wifi?

Luckily, in this electronic age, everything is accessible online or in the sky, or clouds or whatever that thing is. There's data streaming and movies and books and internet banking. So if the little guy decides he just might want to get his money's worth out of his security deposit and stay in there, hubby and I will be able to entertain ourselves. I might even keep my sanity intact. Although honestly, I've met me, and it's probably unlikely.