I can't complain, and I really, really, really shouldn't - I'm here for my baby's health. And Prentice Women's Hospital is about as nice as they come - three years old and has all of the bells and whistles. I have my own private room, complete with wireless Internet and a flat-screen TV. (The first day I was here, they had an a/v gal stop by to make sure I knew how to work everything.) I push a button, and the nurse brings me water and whatever else I request. They have on-call room service, so I can choose meals from a menu, anytime of the day or night. My bathroom has really nice tile even - they really have tried to make these rooms homey. I'm trying to stay positive and just get into the spirit of things. I even ordered chocolate pudding with my lunch today because it seemed very "hospital" to me.
And while I'm away from my dear son, I'm also away from wiping tushies, washing dishes and making beds. I'm hoping this little visit will do wonders for my chapped hands! Jeremy's been great, and after night two of being home alone with Jack, he asked me to never leave him (I've said this on occasion to him too when he travels for business). We make a great team, and I know he appreciates me, but now he really appreciates me.
So I'm stopped in my tracks on normal life - it took hospital admission to make this working mama relax. But I admit: I'm still trying to stay busy. I'm very much a list person, so I've been making lists and having Jeremy run through Jack's nighttime routine, so I can feel like I'm a part of it. I send Jeremy silly reminders like to eat the strawberries that we bought at Costco this past weekend - we have so many and I don't want them to go to waste. I'm going a tad crazy being stuck here, but I know it's what is best. My days are actually going very quickly - just between tests and talking with doctors.
The support from family and friends has been overwhelming...thank you. More to come. I will leave you with what my prescribed activity was for today: