health and pregnancy
Being On Bed Rest Is Nothing Like A Day At The Spa
I thought being pregnant with twins would afford me the chance to sneak in some decadent treats, after all, I needed the extra calories, but between my growing baby bump compressing my stomach and awful heartburn from eating while only partially sitting up, I had zero appetite so I didn’t even have munching as a way to deal with the boredom.
I started to count down the seconds to my hourly pee break, and getting a five minute shower every other day felt like a luxurious soak in a hot spring. I grew so sick of being in the same room that I would cry with joy when I got to leave my cell to go to my weekly OB appointment. My bed rest happened during the holidays, and one afternoon my husband took the long way home just so I could see the lights twinkling on all the houses. I cried, obviously.
Far worse than just being bored though, was the worry. Because I took naps during the day my sleep cycle started to reverse. I would lie awake at night thinking of all the things I wasn’t doing but thought I should be- like setting up the nursery, packing a hospital bag or going to birthing class. I was hyper aware of the babies themselves. I kept track of their movements and woke my husband in a panic whenever I feared that it had been too long since I felt them move.
If you’ve never been pregnant before, this next sentence may cause eye-rolling, but I am sincere when I say that by the end of my pregnancy, each day I managed to keep those babies inside me felt like a huge accomplishment. After seven long weeks of bed rest, my kids were born-a bit premature, but ultimately healthy.
Now that my kids are toddlers, there are plenty of days when they run me ragged. While I might have the occasional daydream about taking an uninterrupted bath or a long afternoon nap by myself, being on bed rest is not something I ever long for. I’m very glad that my pregnancy had a happy ending, but I no longer think of pregnant woman on bed rest as being lucky.