It was a barrel of laughs. Not. I went into preterm labor at 19 weeks into a twin pregnancy, and was confined to bedrest. The best thing we did was rent a hospital bed that we set up in the great room of our house (family room/kitchen combo). The hospital bed had adjustments that made it easy to put the bed in trandelenburg position (feet up, head down), which I had to be in for much of the time, and also made it easy for me to get out of bed to use the bathroom, as I was supposed to exert little or no pressure on my abdominals. Also, because we set it up in the main room of the house, it was easy for me to feel like I was "part" of the action, and easier for my husband (primary caregiver) to get me snacks, etc.
I passed the day by establishing a schedule...I was on home uterine monitoring, so there were daily times for that, I set daily times to make calls to keep in touch with the outside world, set times for reading, watching TV, meals, snacks, etc. For me, having a schedule made the time go faster in a strange way.
I was on a terbutaline (brethine) pump, and that drugs makes you very jittery. Therefore, it was impossible for me to knit. I learned to read that way, but I could only do it for so long before I'd get nauseous...cause the book would jump. Books on tape were GREAT because I could just listen.
I didn't have internet access because we didn't have a laptop, but I did use a gameboy.
It was a lonely time for me, although friends would call everyday...they set up a schedule amongst themselves to make sure someone from the "outside" world would contact me daily...do that for her! The worst part was when I was hospitalized for 53 fun filled days in the middle of the 18 weeks. During that time, I was not permitted out of bed FOR ANY REASON (ugh). But, I survived even that.
What kept me going was keeping myself focused on the goal of delivering two healthy, and as close to term, babies. I made it to 37 weeks, which was nothing short of amazing. My twins are now incredibly normal nearly 10 year olds who drive me crazy, but whom I love more than life itself. I tried to keep my sense of humor intact, and found a reason to laugh and smile every day. The most important thing is not to take out frustrations on the caregivers...their job is often thankless.
That's not to say, however, that I was always happy and smiling. Far from it. My doctor, a wise man, "prescribed" a daily "good cry." I tried hard to follow his advice. It got all that frustration, and fear out of my system, and allowed me to refocus my energies on getting those babies to term.
Good luck and best wishes to your friend!