Embracing Hospital Bed Rest

The past 9 days of my life has been completely disrupted and I’ve been somewhat stranded and left wondering why this pregnancy turned as it did. While I realize this is in no way a close parallel to the feeling of isolation and disconnection I feel while on hospital bed rest, it does provide some lessons for me at least. I don’t even recognize the extent to which I settle into and depend on my daily routines or the ability to spontaneously decide to go somewhere with my family — until they’re all altered. I got a lot of time to think about my life… about the past, the present and the future. I got to think about every tiny detail of my life and the more I dwell on it, the more I realize how blessed I truly am.

For now, I can look at my situation and know it’s nothing compared to what mothers with children who are actually ill are going through, or those peopleĀ  worrying about any number of things compared to my relatively minor disruptions while in the hospital. Thus, I often pause and thank God for all the wonderful blessings he has given me and my family. I thank him for not letting my baby come out too soon last week when I bled. I thank him for watching over me and making me stay positive. I thank him for every little thing – the big window in my hospital room so I could see how sunny and beautiful it is today.

And again, I really appreciate the good food in the hospital. Herb rubbed steak with mashed potatoes & carrots for dinner last night. Now I just need to figure out what I want to eat for lunch! =)