I’m Free – It’s Not About Me!
My most recent appointment was Christmas Eve. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My doctor took me off the fulltime bed rest and placed me on 50 percent bed rest. I can now go out of the house and do some things with my family … right? I thought to myself that this must be how people on house arrest or released from jail must feel after they are let free. I had a mile long list of the places I would go if I were only free.
You know what? Freedom is overrated. After I go to the doctor or to the store, I have to come home and take a nap! I have a cute baby bump but I refuse to buy anything else maternity at seven and a half months. All I wanted for Christmas was pajamas, lounge wear, and tank tops to relax around the house. Ahh, the simple life. I’m grateful to my doctor for performing a cerclage to save my baby’s life so my pregnancy can thrive. I was on bed rest for two months; I did exactly as I was told.
I fought the idea in my mind that manifested itself in tears and sadness sometimes, but I was going to follow his instructions to the letter. If he told me to lay down until the baby was born I would have; it wasn’t about me. It’s not over—my due date is March 14, but I think he will make his grand appearance sooner. This is our final child, a son; I’ve had three girls so I’m ready for the boy. The lesson I’ve learned in this process it that it’s not about me—it’s about getting the little one here safely.