Hospital Bedrest Day 7: Thump, thump, thump!

One thing I really like about being on hospital bed rest is that I get to hear my triplets' heartbeats three times a day.  This is very assuring for an anxious mother like me!  Just the day before I was admitted we were on the way to church and I was in tears as I told The Husband that perhaps the babies had died because I could not feel them kick and my tummy felt really hard.  Being first-time parents-to-be what more parents-to-be of triplets, we had no idea how hard or soft my tummy should feel.  fetal heart rate monitor done at 6.00am this morning. 

The fetal heart rate monitoring looks something like this except the machine that they have is really ancient and bulky!

It was another unproductive day.  I ate my breakfast, slept, woke up for lunch, and then slept again.  Then woke up again feeling really groggy and lousy.  "I'm physically and psychologically deteriorating in here," I told myself.  I started feeling angry towards The FM Specialist for putting me on hospital bed rest for the next four months.  How would he know how this feels like? I fumed.  I harboured thoughts taking an AOR (At Own Risk) outing to the mall for an afternoon.

The room got really noisy with the hoards of family members and visitors that my room mates received.  The clock ticked slowly as I waited for my visitors, misery sweeping over me once again.

Finally, The Husband came at about 5 plus in the evening, and mum and dad arrived not long after that.  My mood elevated with their long visit, yet always a little sad when it's time for The Husband to leave.

Another unproductive day, sigh!  Lots of urgent tasks on my "to do" list left undone.  When time is not the issue, mood is.  Hope I'll get to practise mind over mood tomorrow then!