Have I ever shared the story of my horrible roommate in the hospital? I was thinking about this tonight. I don't know that I have. I can't believe that I wouldn't have, but honestly I don't remember telling anyone other than family. So here goes!
When I went into the hospital at 29 weeks pregnant with preterm contractions with Gabriella after a chemo treatment I was put into a room with another woman. I won't go into how I had to be lifeflighted because my contractions wouldn't stop. I won't elaborate on the steroid shots I had for Gabbi's lungs because of the fear I was going to have her or how the medicines wouldn't stop the labor. I also won't go into how I was so out of it from the magnesium drip that I barely could focus much less think. I remember them coming into my hospital room in the one hospital I was at, telling me something about my breathing and the contractions...and Lifeflight. That's it. Then my kids and husband watched as I was flown away to another hospital a good 2 hours from them.
OK. Now onto the roommate. I had been through a lot. Hard chemo....preterm contractions.....terrible pain from them...etc. Stress....and now I was sharing a room. I complained because HELLO I was on chemo. I didn't want to catch something and this woman was saying she felt sick. She complained non stop. I was trying to save my baby and be as good as I could be to save the pregnancy and this chick NONSTOP said she just wanted to have hers. She was too early. She was about where I was. She sat there in her bed ALL night telling me how she never wanted her baby and had wanted an abortion. Then she complained it was her birthday and no one would come see her. Then of course her boyfriend and dad came in and sat with her anyway. I couldn't get sleep. I rarely spoke but she told me nonstop how she never wanted her child. I had to listen to a counselor come in and explain the hazards of just delivering her baby. They told her how many issues this baby would have IF it even survived. I don't know what happened in the end. I left before she made her decision.
Here I was scared to death, having cancer, and maybe having my baby too soon...and this woman thought of nothing but how she didn't want her baby. I'll never forget it. I was so ready to go home I couldn't stand it!!
Oh and of course we know that Gabriella was born perfectly healthy at 36 weeks along. :) I did have some preterm contractions again after my final chemo at around 32 weeks...but it didn't last long and I only stayed one night in the hospital that time.
Look at my little lady now....applying make up in the car. Ha!
