I realized this morning that I miscalculated. I was thinking “three days” when I said I’d be in the hospital Sept. 1-3. Then I realized that 72 hours would actually require me to stay one more night. Looks like I’ll be in Sept. 1-4. Blech!
And just so everyone knows, I’m perfectly aware that I need to do this so I can be as healthy as possible to take care of my babies. I wouldn’t have gone ahead and set it up if I didn’t know this. But just because I know it doesn’t mean I can’t be mad/sad about it. I don’t like that my heart is getting in the way of my taking care of my babies. It has always been one of my fears that I’m not fit to take care of children and I was unfair for wanting to try. The fact that I’m having problems so soon after their birth scares me. I want to be here for a very long time so I can watch them grow up. I will do everything in my power to make sure I am. But again, that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. 😦