No-Fly.

I talked to my mother this morning and she is doing as well as can be expected. She had her surgeries—which ended up involving bone harvested from her pelvis, nine pins, and five plates—and will be in the hospital for two weeks before being transferred to a rehab facility where she will spend another few weeks. After that she will have outpatient physical therapy, but should recover fully, though it is possible she will limp, in which case she thinks she might get herself a fancy cane: “It can be my signature,” she says. She is finally able to use a wheelchair, and so the dreaded bedpans are no more, a fact which seems to have done wonders for her morale. She will most likely come home for a visit in February or March. My uncle is flying to Switzerland sometime in the next week and will stay with her through Christmas, and my brother will be spending Christmas and January with her as well. I will not be flying over, because I will be 20 weeks by then and the combination of a multiple pregnancy and my own paranoia seem destined to make any such trip stressful and ill-advised. Don’t think I’m not making myself feel like a Bad Daughter for deciding to stay home, however.
I worry that my decision will be (wrongly! incorrectly! erroneously!) attributed to my well-known aversion to travel. I am actually looking forward to visiting my mother in Switzerland next year, and believe me, if I weren’t pregnant I would have been over there like a shot after the accident. But if I did start having pre-term labor while visiting, I would never stop wondering whether I could have prevented it by staying home and not subjecting my irritable uterus to an eight-hour plane ride. My mother’s medical care has been truly excellent, but communication has been an issue, and while I have no doubt that an emergency situation would be handled smoothly, I am less confident about a scenario in which I need to call a medical professional for advice and/or a cervical check because I am not sure whether what I am experiencing is normal.
Like right now, when I am having wonky sensations in my uterus that could be Braxton-Hicks contractions (feels clenchy), but then again maybe not, as these clenchy-things are not quite painless, and my abdomen is still soft to the touch. Combine that with the pressure I am feeling in my undercarriage, and plop me down in a foreign country faced with the prospect of calling a nurse and speaking German at her, and I would be losing my mind, instead of calmly consulting Google and planning to call after House if things do not improve with rest and hydration.

So…thoughts? Opinions? Alexa: selfish neurotic or sensible pregnant-lady?