My Days Without Pants

 Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be spending weeks without pants and having countless random people ask me if I was still leaking, how it looked and if it smelled. (Lovely, I know.) I have been poked in my arms and hands so much the last 6 days that they look like a small land mine field. I could probably play connect the dots and come up with some pretty interesting shapes if I got really bored. My temperature has been taken more times than Hamza has had his taken in his two years. By this point, I am pretty sure I could run my own IV Antibiotics if the nurses wanted to take a quick break.

My roommate has the window section of the room so I haven't quite seen daylight since Sunday. She is also quite pleaseant. Most of the nurses that I see go to her part of the room, walk back by rolling their eyes and looking annoyed. She has complained about almost all the food she orders, the filtered water and she is going to be in here FOREVER, according to her (P.S. Her C-Section was moved to this coming Monday.) When they want to put her on the monitor, she asks how long it will be and if she has to do it right now. I didn't think that 5 year olds could have babies and jobs and cell phones but maybe I have just been in here that long.

Faris is doing great so far, thank God. Today has been a little touchy as it turns out he pooped and my temperature is slightly elevated. They put me on the monitor and drew some blood to check my white blood cells and will let me know what the next steps are. They said he looks great so not to worry too much yet but maybe I should tell these people that I have the worst kind of luck with these things. If it can happen, it will happen to me. If there is a side effect, I will get it and it will be the worst you've ever seen. It is calming to know, no matter how many times I have cried and been worried, that this hospital has the best NICU in our area. I will heal, I will be fine and this little boy will have the best care possible. Plus this hospital has no idea what kind of family I have on both sides. We aren't afraid to raise hell if need be. ;)

I am trying to keep my spirits up and be a cheerful patient. There is no point in being a Debby Downer or not being nice to the nurses and staff here or just plain being in a bad mood. It wouldn't be good for Faris and it would be even worse for me. I have a TV all to myself with all of my channels that I watch at home, NetFlix, magazines & books, internet and stuff to make some necklaces. Plus Princess Sassy Pants (The roommate as Randi has named her) keeps things pretty interesting with what she is going to complain about next.