B called to let us know that S had been admitted to the hospital. I have talked about S&B a lot here because they are the coolest and closest friends to Matt & me. As a couple it is a rare thing indeed to find another couple you just gel so well with, another couple who shares many of the same views on life, sense of humor and overall disposition. My stomach flipped immediately. She had a regularly scheduled ultrasound and her glucose test that afternoon. The twins are not even due until early October. I could not ascertain from B’s message whether she or they were ok. Come to find out later that is because she had only been admitted less than a half hour before and even she did not completely grasp what was going on at that moment. Matt and I had a quick pizza for dinner and went in to visit her without a second of hesitation.
I have no children, have never been pregnant but have three nephews that I could literally squeeze to death with hugs if given the chance. S&B’s twins will surely be my forth and fifth nephews. Heck, B already calls me Auntie Jenn when he is talking to the dog so I figure it’s a given with the babies. I have no idea how S was feeling when they admitted her but as the pregnant mom to be (who up until that moment mind you was feeling like a million bucks, read: no contractions, no pain, no problems) I can imagine she was somewhere between panic and, well, panic.
As this week has progressed she managed to find out some information about the situation at hand. First, she had been one centimeter dilated and one of the babies was seemingly making his way toward the exit because he was riding so low. Not exactly an ideal situation when there are nine weeks left until the due date so that is one of the main reasons they admitted her. No. That was the reason. These boys are showing they will be born to the ideal family; overachievers just like their parents. Her glucose came back fine and heartbeats for all 3 of them were normal. I can not speak for B’s however as he likely paces the almost empty house all night without her there.
It really hit me that the women in this situation, strange as it is these days to have two parents married and in love at the time of a pregnancy, are always the ones everyone asks about but rarely does the father to be even get a nod. (And then we get all upset when they leave us. Maybe if we had shown them they mattered from the start they would not leave. If they knew they counted in the situation perhaps they would feel more connected to it. Right? But I digress.) In this moment B is probably freaking out a hell of a lot more than S because at least she is there with the qualified professionals who are monitoring her every ten seconds. He is in turn pacing around at home all night with their very depressed dog. But they are both strong people and if this is the worst that will happen, it is better to get it out of the way now right? Look on the bright side, the teenage years with two boys cut from B’s genes will be smooth sailing after all. Pause. Insert hysterical laughter here.
They both have breathed a sigh of relief even though she was admitted for another week and the potential exists that she will be spending the next nine in there eating delicious hospital food in her room with broken curtains and a missing VCR remote. Overall their moods are much lighter though – we even joked how the boys will come out all buff since they are on the ‘roids (for lung development just in case of an early delivery). Additionally, S noted that since her shower is scheduled for mid August she can be like the Godfather if they let her go home on bed rest; laying there while everyone comes in and out paying their “tribute” to her. Sadly, it is looking more and more like the shower will be going on without her. None of us will ever forgive her if we have to play a bunch of silly games because of her absence. This is all just a ploy to get out of girly crap, we know it. Lucky.
Today Matt & I are going to head in and bring 80’s Edition Trivial Pursuit so we can all have some real life fun. I wonder if the hospital would mind us playing Rock Band? Oh, never mind, I’m sure B already asked and it would be there already if it was approved.
Here’s a laugh for you S. I somehow doubt the way back is available in this one. Taken while on the way in to visit you, totally appropriate. Hang in there girl and do not forget that freedom isn’t free, it costs a buck ‘oh five.
Freedom costs a buck 'oh five.
EDIT: S was moved to a really awesome corner room yesterday. Now at least she has a view through the window and not only that but a DVD/VCR combo that has a remote and works! Her spirits were lifted immediately getting into that room because it was filled with so much more light and seemed bigger than the last. The nurse kept telling her that she had to "stay pregnant" now so she could take full advantage of the new room situation. We need to buy Trivial Pursuit 90's Edition before our next visit though, 80's just sucked.