Hospital bedrest Day 1: Sentenced at 21 weeks pregnant

Hello blogworld!

Today marks the beginning of my journey on hospital bed rest until the delivery of my triplets.of which the end I do not know.

At 21 weeks pregnant with triplets, my ultra careful and conservative Mr. MF Specialist has sentenced me to hospital bed rest.  Okay, he initially wanted me to be admitted at 20 weeks, but I requested for a week's delay at my own risk (AOR).

I have no current complications and I'm in here for observation.  I guess Mr. MF Specialist thinks that this is the safest place in the world for me and the triplets to be right now until the day they are due.

I do not know how this journey will end.  I am fully aware of the risks involved in my complicated pregnancy and the possibility that my babies may not make it or may not make it in good health.  For a mother-to-be of triplets, I can tell you that every passing uneventful day is another day to be thankful to the Lord.  We do not ever take anything for granted.

Since I live in a country (Malaysia) where heath care insurance typically does not include pregnancy benefits, having my triplets delivered and being provided with NICU care in a private hospital is not an option.  Moreover, due to the high risk of triplet pregnancy, most private obstetricians will not want to take me on as a patient.  So here am I, in a government hospital which will be my new home for the next few months.  Yet even unlimited access around my new home is not permitted; I'm restricted to my ward.

Mum and dad, The Husband, and my parent-in-laws came to settle me into my new jail.  First class was fully booked.  Second class was housed in the same ward as third class, with no significant differences, so we found the best located bed possible in third class.

Third class is a non-aircond, fan-only ward, with standard no-choice meals that I did no more than to glance at, and of course two common bathrooms shared by all the patients.  The ward can take up to 40 patients, and at the time of my admission there were about 20 patients.  There is a fierce lady guard sitting right in front of the door way who effectively prevents visitors from coming in after visiting hours and chases out visitors from the ward once visiting hours are over.  She's also responsible for ensuring patience do not venture out of the ward - no, I'm not even allowed to take 10 steps across the hall to the vending machine!

By the way, did I not mention that it costs RM3 per night in the third class ward?  That's less than US$1!