There have been many, many instances in my life when I have craved complete and utter laziness. While busy working, studying or partaking in domestic responsibilities, I have often caught myself daydreaming of 24 hours in which I never change out of my pajamas. No work, no responsibilities, no human interaction. Too many times to count, I have expressed my desire of a day not leaving bed, watching crappy daytime television programming or infomercials, reading trashy books, sitting at a table doing nothing but crossword puzzles and donning my favorite sweatpants. Life gets busy and we get tired and I think it’s acceptable to pine for a whole lotta nothing from time to time. But now…I take it back. I take it ALLLLLL back.
I’m sure it’s hardly original to write about “cabin fever” at this time. After all, it is mid-January…in Michigan…amidst a winter for the record books. Just last week we all had the pleasure of enjoying a Snowmageddon/Polar Vortex/ Don’t-go-outside-unless-you-want-your-buttcheeks-to-freeze-together stretch that had everyone treating bona fide winter weather like the zombie apocalypse. I know I am far from alone in my longing for sunshine, fresh air and any activity that doesn’t have to take place indoors. Given my additional burden of bed rest, however, I feel I am a little more justified in my rant. Several days of being “snowed in” with the masses made bed rest SLIGHTLY easier knowing that I was not alone in my inability to leave the house (misery loves company!), but now that the weather is back to its normal, almost-tolerable level of gloom, I find myself aching to get out of this mandated indolence.
Bed rest has been pretty wretched. It could be much worse, of course. For one, it’s working. The fact baby boy hasn’t fallen out yet is the most important feat. Furthermore, I am incredibly blessed to have had the support and patience of Nathan. We are fortunate beyond words to have family relatively close by to care for Hazel while I am not allowed to stand or bend or lift or chase her down the hall. Hazel quickly grew accustomed to, “No, honey, I can’t pick you up,” and will (most of the time) sweetly bring a book or toy or puzzle to me so we can read or play or snuggle upon the confines of whatever bed or couch I am currently occupying. The time has gone slower than I would like, but we’re down to less than a week. ONE WEEK. Several more days of utter worthlessness and then I can finally, gratefully, return to as much of a normal life as a 9-month pregnant, sleep-deprived, equilibrium-challenged and weakened by slothlessness (I think I just made that word up…feel free to borrow it) woman is capable of having. That is, until whenever baby boy makes his appearance via C-section and then I’ll be back to some similar dreaded restrictions, but at least we’ll have a cute new addition to the family outside my pelvis to remind us why it was all worthwhile.
I was offered many kind and creative suggests for how to fill my time while on bed rest. One of my greatest frustrations is when I try to be optimistic and think, “Ooh I can get to that one thing I haven’t had the time to do for years,” but realize shortly after it requires standing or walking or lifting or general movement and therefore will remain on my “to do” list for another decade. Several people recommended knitting or crocheting. I loved the idea. This should keep my hands busy, fill time, and still be able to lay down or sit to my uterus’ content. Nathan agreed to get me the supplies and I would turn to YouTube or a creative individual to teach me the basics. But…here I am…sans yarn and no successful pot holders or scarves or baby blankets to show for it. Seeing as how I am incapable of sewing a button back on my pants (but can suture human flesh…figure that one out), maybe it’s better I didn’t even attempt to get crafty.
Several friends and family members kindly suggested, “You could blog more! You could write a book!” This was true. I would have ample time to spend quality hours with the MacBook and plenty of time for my brain to wander and get inspired. But since I am otherwise a waste of space, I didn’t want to spend my time at home (bedridden or not) with Hazel staring at a computer screen instead of making an attempt to converse or play or snuggle or read or whatever else is possible from a primarily horizontal or sitting position. I’m trying to make the most of this added bonus time with her – especially before the baby comes – and don’t want my face glued to a computer screen or social media. I think she is young enough, fortunately, she won’t remember this period of her life, but if she does I don’t want her to think back on “remember when Mom was super lazy and wouldn’t play with me for weeks and then all she did was sit around looking at her phone and laptop?” So I have drastically limited my technology to when she is in bed and hence the few blog posts when I would otherwise have all the time in the world to write my gibberish.
Given my restrictions, housebound status and depressingly limited contact with the outside world, we have had to get a bit creative to maintain sanity. Luckily, Hazel is free entertainment, incredibly imaginative and – most of the time – hilarious. Thanks to these fancy cellular phone camera contraptions, I am still able to take obnoxious quantities of digital pics to document our daily activities. I hope nobody has to be put on bed rest, with a toddler, in winter, but if you DO, here are some perfectly acceptable and amusing ways to fill the hours:
Make a paper chain to count down the days of
imprisonment bed rest:
Put together a train track:
Dress up like a “princess”:
Dress up like a crazy person:
Adorn yourself with stickers (see “crazy person” above):
Build a snowman with daddy (I watched from the window in a non-creepy way):
Create your own interpretation of what a “train” should be:
Completely give up on your afternoon naps, but be sure to put all 46 stuffed animals to bed while telling them to “lay down, closer your eyes, and GO TO SLEEP!”:
SO…if you’re wondering what I’ve been up to the past several weeks, you can admire from the preceding pictures JUST how much I have accomplished. Be inspired. To everyone who generously and encouragingly says, “Oh, but hasn’t it gone by fast?!” No. No it hasn’t. But we are on the home stretch and I’ve had some fun, recumbent times with the kiddo and my pregnancy has been going more smoothly and lasted longer than we feared weeks ago. And in the upcoming week, when my independence is restored, look out world!! I might just waddle myself into some amazing and productive adventures. Or….not.