I wasn't feeling too fantastic because I was hooked up to machines, I had just had a failed surgery and was on meds to prevent going into labor at least until I got my next bout of steroids.
John was right there with me as he was through the whole pregnancy; he stayed with me that night and slept on the couch/futon in my room.
Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, he started to snore. I was hooked up to an iv and a baby monitor was on my belly which was hooked up to a big printer. Needless to say I was stuck in bed. So I started throwing stuff at John- anything I could reach to get him to roll over. Unfortunately nothing worked and it was probably good I didn't get up because I wanted to kill him.
He woke up in a sea of pens, hair elastics, my cell phone, and I don't even remember what else. The look on his face when he woke up in the morning was unforgettable - like "what the heck happened here?".
Tonight will probably not be that eventful. I'm hoping to get a few hours of sleep. Hopefully my anxiety won't prevent that.
I'll keep you posted about tomorrow. I'm scheduled to go to surgery at 1:30 pm. Which is 11:30 pm. EST Monday. I'm not sure when the earliest John or I will be able to post, so (Mom) go to sleep on Monday night and wait until Tuesday morning to see pictures of Lola Caroline.
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Location:Rokko Island Hospital