Down to Two

We are down to just two pregnant woman on our unit now. One got promoted - Amber had her twins on schedule, and I can vouch for their perfect little fingers and toes. Two got demoted - both Shana and Dawn disappeared from our unit. They are over in the OBICU, in labor too early. Shana is at 35 weeks, and just trying to hang on to one more week for her daughter. Dawn is 29 weeks and wondering what she did wrong to put her nieces in this precarious place.

I walk the unit each morning. Just checking to see who disappeared in the night, and trying to spy if anyone new has joined our ranks.

This morning I bled again. My 7th bleed. It was small, nothing to worry about. But every time I see any blood I flash to my plan for notifying a nurse and getting help as fast as possible just in case this is the big one. Now days I calm down pretty quickly when I realize it's just a small bleed. This morning I even went back to sleep while they hooked me up to the monitor to check for contractions during the bleed.

But I do wonder if I will ever get bumped to the OBICU for closer observation, or knocked all the way to the surgery suite. Mostly I just wonder what they would do with all of the pictures on my walls and decorations stuck on my shelves, curtains, and bed. One glance at my room would let you know that I'm not planning on going anywhere until Wyatt is good and ready.

My plans may not influence the outcome, but they do help me sleep better tonight and face another bleed with a bit more courage.