So, during the whole “your baby has some deadly infection,” NICU debacle, we were facing the possibility of Gabriel having a 14-21 day stay in the NICU (if he did indeed have an infection) for continuing IV antibiotic treatment.
As I was lying in my hospital bed, drifting in and out of sleep, thinking about running back and forth from home to the hospital to feed my baby, it crossed my mind that perhaps I could make some of the trips by bicycle (the hospital we chose is within 4-5 miles of our apartment). Sure, it’s been really hot, but it would be nice to cut down on the car time, and I was really looking forward to being back on the bicycle.
I continued processing the idea, and a few moments later, reality cut through the sleep-deprivation and Percocet-induced haze, and I thought to myself, “Self, you just had major abdominal surgery three days ago, I don’t really think you’ll be riding your bicycle anytime soon.”
The sad truth is that it will be at least a few more weeks before I am reunited with Bub or Baby Jake. Right now, doing the stairs a few times a day and very slow, very short walks are about the extent of my physical activity. Well, that and lifting my 10+ pounder 🙂
Meanwhile, the search for a trailer continues, and I certainly hope to be back on my bicycle sooner rather than later.