Top 10 Reasons I Miss Being in the Hospital

10. I was allowed, even encouraged, to spend large amounts of the day in bed. I got up and walked when I wanted to, but wasn't scolded for lounging around for hours. And the bed....it raised up exactly how I wanted it. None of this lying flat business...that's for common folk. I could sit up right, lay at a 45 degree angle, elevate my legs....it was nice.

9. No one hogged the remote...OK, well Husband was there and did watch a Dirty Jobs marathon the day Bitsy was born, but I was too busy napping to care. Although there is only so much HGTV & Everybody Loves Raymond a girl can watch.

8. I loved the shower. Don't ask why...maybe it's because I knew I'd never need to clean it. It wasn't all that big. It wasn't anything fancy. The water pressure was better than ours. But I loved it.

7. Naps. Long, long naps. They were occasionally interrupted by nurses wanting to take my blood pressure & temperature, or Bitsy needing to eat, but in all they were wonderful... especially in that bed.

6. Room service. If I was hungry, I called the cafe, ordered what ever I wanted & they brought it to me. Grant it, the menu wasn't vast, but it was good....most of the time. I had steak, salmon, salads, fresh fruit, french toast, sourdough & cheddar grilled cheese, smoothies, orange sherbet....and I never had to clear the table or wash dishes. Heck, I didn't even have to get out of bed to eat!

5. People cleaned my room when I was in the shower. I lounged under the wonderful water pressure on the little seat provided for me so I wouldn't tire out & someone stripped my sheets & made the bed with fresh ones.

4. No one yelled at me the entire 4 days I was there. No one told me I was a horrible mother. No one said they hated me because I refused to let them eat Tootsie Rolls for breakfast. No one screamed at a sibling. No one fought. No punches were thrown. No one bit anyone else. No one came to blows over who's turn it was to hold the baby. It was very peaceful.

3. Pain meds in my IV. 'Nuff said.

2. There was this button. It was attached to that fabulous bed. If I pushed it a very nice woman would ask what I needed & with in minutes it was brought to my room. Pain meds. Water. Soda. Pain meds. Graham crackers. Fresh towels. Pain meds. Clean gowns for me & Bitsy. Did I mention Pain meds?

And the Number One reason I miss the hospital: Yesterday I found out we could have stayed an extra day!

OK, so I was ready to come home, but that's not the point. The point is, I COULD HAVE STAYED AN EXTRA DAY!!!

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In a totally unrelated story, Husband and Baby Girl brought me flowers when they came home from town on Saturday. They are beautiful. BabyGirl picked them out. (I've never gotten flowers in the hospital with any of the kids and had been harassing Husband about it. He waited until we got home....that's OK with me. That way I didn't have to hold the flowers on the trip home.)

That night BabyGirl wanted to camp out in the living room in her new sleeping bag her aunt & uncle got her for her birthday. I told her no...it was our second night home & we were (are) no where near in a routine yet. Besides Bitsy & I end up in the living room at least once a night.

BabyGirl stormed back into the living room after I made her get in her bed & yelled at me, "You see those flowers?! I tried to do something nice for you, and this is the thanks I get?! You are not a good mother! You never have been!" And stormed off to bed. If I hadn't been laughing so hard (she's right. I'm not a good mother) I might have gotten my feelings hurt.