When you're on hospital bed rest and the clock is pretty much right in front of you, you're constantly checking on the time. I find myself thinking:
"Should I order breakfast/lunch/dinner yet?"
"Is the Today Show on yet?"
"When will the Doctors being doing rounds?"
"I haven't seen the nurse in awhile-did she forget about me?"
"When was the last time I went to the bathroom?"
"When was the last time I ate?"
"I ask Andy to do so many things for me, is it OK for another request right now?"
"How long until I can go to sleep?"
...and many other thoughts.
It might seem silly, but these thoughts get me through the day. I don't have much structure here at the hospital, yet I find the days passing by much faster than I anticipated. And every day that passes gets us closer to our goal - 24 weeks!
Since I spend so much time looking at the clock, I'm making it a habit to say a prayer at the top of every hour (when I'm awake!) Whether it's a prayer of thanks for another hour, a prayer to make it through the next, or whatever is on my heart, it's a prayer. I rejoice every hour that we've made it another hour. And every night (around 8pm) I give thanks that we've made it another day since Baby A's water broke.
I'm learning more and more to give thanks in the little things (like the babies using my uterus as a boxing ring!)
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