Monday started with a doctor's visit. I was feeling awful so J and I headed in thinking we would grab a bite to eat after and then I would be banished back to the bed at home until Thursday. That was not to be the case.
J and the kids did everything they could to make me feel better. I loved all their visits but it was the longest week of my life. Each day waiting to see my children who all had wonderful stories about life at home without me, all while waiting to feel worse so I could have surgery. I know that isn't how I should look at it but it was a long dark week for me.
By Friday night I was overwhelmed with how long I had been there and how much longer it would be.
The kids had a swim meet the next morning so I knew I would spend the night alone. This was not an easy night for me. One nurse pointed out that God was with me even if I didn't feel Him, I said that I knew that but it still didn't feel good. She then said that the teacher is never talking to you during a test and yet they are always watching. I did not do well with this test.
I still can't believe the amount of swelling I have. Everything ached and it was hard to move my body in any direction. The could feel the babies move around and to be honest this did offer comfort. At least I had the divine Mercy Chaplet to listen to as I tried to rest. The anxiety issues that I have had with pregnancy and insomnia were back full force. I had to trust that God would be close to me when I needed Him most, even if I couldn't feel Him. How long would we wait?