Yesterday I did not pee almost at all. 400 ml was all I made in almost 20 h. So they threatened me with an IV, and I started drinking massive amounts of water, I drank about a litre per hour for three or four hours. It took a while for things to start working, but they finally did, and towards evening I was putting out a normal amount of urine. I was so dehydrated from the stress of admission that my sense of thirst had completely gone out the window.
I am doing much better, BP 130/80, has stabilized over the past day or so, and I have not gained any further edema. The baby looks good, and if tomorrow's ultrasound shows good cord flow, then I might get to go home and continue on bed rest there. I only have mild proteinuria, and mildly elevated BP, but I do feel that I was starting to turn sour, so it is a good thing that they admitted me and stabilized me. I am a lot more relaxed when I am in the hospital and taken care of. I have also had some time to think about my priorities right now: this pregnancy is the first priority, it has to be. It is a much more fragile situation than anything else going on, and it is only for a limited further six weeks or so. Emma is very well looked after by my mother, so I can relax about mothering her right now and focus on myself and the gestation.
I am meditating for about half an hour twice a day, and hopefully that helps to keep the blood pressure down as well. I don't get up that much, just for bathroom, and for about one hour per day total with walking to the water cooler, and stretching my legs. I plan on continuing that as much as I can at home.
Every day that we gain is a bonus, but I feel that we will make it for a whole other week. I have a good feeling about it.