A few days ago I posted a status on my Facebook page.
Shortly after writing that, we figured out where the boys would be staying while I was in the hospital. I had everything ready to go, and even had a dinner ready to cook for later. I could sit down and relax. Except I didn’t get a chance to relax. That evening I was admitted to the hospital after going into labor a few days early. About 18 hours later we met our baby girl.
It was love at first sight, and I couldn’t believe how perfect she was. We had to stay in the hospital for 48 more hours, which was a little rough. I hadn’t planned for that, so on the second day my husband was with the kids and I was on my own. Even though it was a little boring, I was happy to have my new baby girl with me and I was getting excited about bringing baby home.
Later that night my husband called me to tell me our youngest son had a very high fever and was vomiting. Bad timing! I worried that he might have spread something to the baby while they were visiting the hospital, but hoped there wasn’t enough contact to do that. I had been pretty strict about everyone’s hand washing – especially myself and the kids.
The next day my husband took him to the doctor to make sure he didn’t have anything serious. Thankfully it was just a virus and my husband made sure to sanitize the house and car so we could bring our baby girl home. I was getting a little stir crazy, so it was about time. We said goodbye to the maternity ward (hopefully forever) and we were on our way home.
Things didn’t exactly go quite as planned, but it still turned out just fine. We are enjoying our new family member and are so glad to have her home with us.
How do you handle it when things don’t go as planned?