Survival Mode is a term I've used after both my babies are born. A new mother is sleep deprived (more sleep deprived than you ever thought you could be) and healing from childbirth, no matter what site the baby decided to pop out of. Survival mode is just making it through the day - surviving one day at a time. Showers - or any personal hygiene for that matter- , food, and even your caring husband take a spot at the end of your conscience.
I was in survival mode this week. No, we do not have a new baby yet. While ya'll were reading my new posts this week (which by the way, I write a week earlier and set them up to post on a certain day), I was at the hospital getting IV fluids for dehydration. I have been so sick this week - throwing up everything I ate and drank from Sunday afternoon until Tuesday night. Even throwing up my Zofran medication (at $12 per pill). It's been a rough one.
I was in survival mode Monday morning when my dad stopped by on the way to work and suggested he take off work and take the boys with him. Apparently I looked 'that bad' and my 2 high-strung boys were running laps around me. He and my mom has had the boys since Monday. Just got them back this afternoon. Did I mention Chris was in Atlanta this week for a conference? Perfect timing and another reason for me to go into survival mode.
After 2 bags of IV fluid and some Zofran, I was feeling okay to go home last night. I hate staying at the hospital. Especially when you don't get to leave with a new baby. I left with bruises on my arm from where the nurses tried to get several IVs in but couldn't because I was so dehydrated. It's much more worth it when you leave with a new baby.
My dr said my baby was snug as a bug and apparently unaware of the trauma my body was putting me through.
Today is better though, not great but better. I had to cancel a playdate we had with the Tucker's and Sarah politely reminded me that Logan's birthday party was Saturday after I told her I would call her next week to set up another one. Oh, that's right, my baby's party. That should tell you how shook up I am.
Say a prayer that I will get my energy back soon. I'm supposed to be in the 'Feelin' good 2nd trimester' - this baby is thinking different...
***Happy Birthday to my brother Jay!! Hope you had a great one :)