Although bed rest is not exactly my idea of a fun time, I've been thinking about how valuable this time is. Each day that I remain pregnant is another day for my sweet girl to be growing in "the world's best incubator"! She is in the safest place she can be right now, and by me spending this time on bed rest I am doing my best to keep her in that safe place as long as possible.
I began packing my hospital bag yesterday. Because I still don't know when this baby will come, I packed a preemie outfit and a newborn outfit. As I held up the preemie outfit and looked at the tiny size of it, tears filled my eyes. I realized in that moment how desperately I want to bring my baby home from the hospital... how much I don't want to have to look at my daughter through the plexi glass of an incubator... how much I want to be able to hold her right away.
With those thoughts on my mind, I have motivation to stay put. I have a reason to choose to lay down rather than justify little activities. Because honestly, my daughter's health is worth so much more than a clean house or that climb up the stairs to get something. I hate having to ask for each little thing to be done for me, but I know that my husband, mom, dad and friends would much rather I just ask then that I attempt to do it myself! I am blessed to be well taken care of.
Each day is a gift. Each day is worth it.