Time to tell the rest of the story........
After I finished writing on Tuesday last week I had a suprise visit from DD and DH which was lovely. Couldnt believe this would be my last night in this bed. Watched some TV in the day room and went to bed. Praying for no snow tomorrow so all can go ahead as planned.
Wednesday 22nd:
Looked out of my window at 5.30am to see it absolutely chucking it down with snow. There hadnt been much here. Until now of course. Text DH to make sure he could set off asap. He was due to leave at 7am to get here for 7.30am but mum got to our house earlier to be with DD so he could set off.
He arrives at 7am safe and sound. I have had an early shower, nil by mouth so just wait. H wishes me luck. We have exchanged mobile numbers to keep in touch. Midwife on duty wishes me luck and then 2 people in scrubs collect me and DH to go down to Labour Ward. All my stuff is pushed on a wheelchair to a bed where I will end up in HDU after theatre.
I have a real sense of going holiday - thats sounds wrong cos its clearly not a holiday but its that air of expectation and the waiting being over.
Its very quiet in Labour Ward, and me & DH are shown to a bed where we wait. We are told we are second into theatre. Then we wait and chat and feel excited that this day is here at long last. But then we wait and wait some more. The snow is terrible outside and they decide to only have one theatre open - staff are stuck everywhere en route.
A consultant comes at 11am at explained they are delaying me because although they have cross-matched blood for me, they dont have platelets and in case of extreme emergency they have to have them for me. They are being sent from John Radcliffe at Oxford but who knows how long with the traffic? And I feel more apprehensive.......how serious a patient am I that they need to have platelets as well as blood???? Why wasnt this sorted before? I feel tense. At 12.30pm they come to tell us that we may be cancelled that day. I am devastated and a little angry. So much mental preparation has gone into this day for me.
At 2pm another Doctor comes to say we are going ahead......in 10 mins. Thank God. The platelets have arrived. We walk to the theatre, DH is in scrubs but can't come in as its a GA. We kiss goodbye and the doors closes. Lump in my throat but I don't cry. I am helped up onto the table.
Now having told my Dad later what comes next I said I wouldnt write this in my blog but I feel I need to include it. Its important for me add it. The following 30 mins or so after entering theatre were pretty scary, some of the most apprehensive moments of my life. Theres about 12 staff in there - Consultants, Doctor, SHO, Anaesatist, midwife, obstetrician, paedatritions x2 plus others. They put 2 Ventflons in me - thats okay I am used to those. Then an arterial line in my left wrist (not sure why but it hurts). Then it fails and goes into spasm ( Thank God I have my eyes closed but I feel a warm gush onto my hands) They get one in my right wrist but it takes a while. I have my legs in stirrups and drips put in, then my belly is painted with yellow antiseptic. One lady is holding my hand and comforting me, but my head is elsewhere, I breathe deep and picture an Antiguan beach, the field at the back of my house. Anything but this. Then the worst part is that each member of the team stands around me in a circle and they introduce each other to the team, stating their name, job title and what risk they have with each aspect of my care. I think without humour that its like the icebreaker on a training course. Each risk factor is stuff I dont want to hear: Bleeding, platelets, group and save, tranfusion, baby resusitation, haemorraging etc etc. I start to cry, its horrible to hear and I wonder whether I might survive this. Sounds dramatic but that just the thought I had in my head.
The mask goes on my face and I pray for the anaesthetic to work quickly. I am told that in a moment I will feel it and like I have drunk a Gin and Tonic. Please make it a double and make it now. I feel woozy.................then I am gone.
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Last day.......almost the end of this journey before the new one starts.......
So here we are. My last full day. I feel very strange. I have had some lovely texts, emails and calls from friends/family wishing me luck for tomorrow. I keep thinking someone will come and say they have made a mistake and I have to stay longer. Midwives and catering staff all come and see me excited for me that its tomorrow. Have to pack all of my bits later today so that it will all get moved with me. Chances are that I will be back on this ward afterwards but not in this room.
Me and H (roomie) chat from when we get up. We are both fast asleep at 6.30am when the lights go on and the midwifes spring into action with pills, BP checks and the usual. Bit dazed but we chat whilst waiting for breakfast. I havent even had to read, watch tv or brain train, makes a nice change.
Eat breakfast 5 weeks of weetabix and 2 slices of brown bread, butter and jam. Will I eat this when I get home? No probably not. Havent had a bacon buttie for ages!!!
Go on the monitor, baby is active. Have shower and then lunch........
I am now typing almost in real time as obviously tomorrow will have other things going on! Had a nap after lunch. DH rings me and over the phone I tell him where to find christmas pressies that he needs to wrap. DD is with her nanny so he can get a few bits done. He texts me later to say everything is wrapped.
Over the last couple of weeks I have painstakingly been putting together a tesco.com order to be delivered tonight to save him the pain of shopping. Due to this slow system have prob spent 4 hours doing it. Well they rang yesterday to say due to the snow they cannot deliver but we could collect from store. So we agree to do that. DH went there this morning only to be told it wasnt ready and would have to come back this afternoon. Every little helps my a**e. So he text me half an hour ago to say he was back there but they have lost the order and he was in the cafe having a free coffee while they try to locate it. I remember an episode of the Good Life from my childhood when Margo is distraught because her Christmas is being delivered in a van but doesnt turn up.......For Gods sake it cant be that hard . he says he will give it 10 more mins before telling them to stick it and he will have to find time to go to sainsburys. I try my hardest to send tescos some love but struggle so I send it to DH instead.
My phone buzzes.......I HAVE THE SHOPPING............yay !
So then.......nothing much left for me to say. All my little personal things are packed. Seem to have acculated a lot of stuff while I have been here but now its all neatly packed, ready to be moved to my next location. Will say goodbye to my hospital holiday apartment at about 7.30am tomorrow morning with a tear in my eye. Its been an experience and I have enjoyed sharing it via this blog.
Thank you for reading and all the messages of support along the way.
I'll be back when I can to let you know how it goes.....
With much Love
Helen x
Me and H (roomie) chat from when we get up. We are both fast asleep at 6.30am when the lights go on and the midwifes spring into action with pills, BP checks and the usual. Bit dazed but we chat whilst waiting for breakfast. I havent even had to read, watch tv or brain train, makes a nice change.
Eat breakfast 5 weeks of weetabix and 2 slices of brown bread, butter and jam. Will I eat this when I get home? No probably not. Havent had a bacon buttie for ages!!!
Go on the monitor, baby is active. Have shower and then lunch........
I am now typing almost in real time as obviously tomorrow will have other things going on! Had a nap after lunch. DH rings me and over the phone I tell him where to find christmas pressies that he needs to wrap. DD is with her nanny so he can get a few bits done. He texts me later to say everything is wrapped.
Over the last couple of weeks I have painstakingly been putting together a tesco.com order to be delivered tonight to save him the pain of shopping. Due to this slow system have prob spent 4 hours doing it. Well they rang yesterday to say due to the snow they cannot deliver but we could collect from store. So we agree to do that. DH went there this morning only to be told it wasnt ready and would have to come back this afternoon. Every little helps my a**e. So he text me half an hour ago to say he was back there but they have lost the order and he was in the cafe having a free coffee while they try to locate it. I remember an episode of the Good Life from my childhood when Margo is distraught because her Christmas is being delivered in a van but doesnt turn up.......For Gods sake it cant be that hard . he says he will give it 10 more mins before telling them to stick it and he will have to find time to go to sainsburys. I try my hardest to send tescos some love but struggle so I send it to DH instead.
My phone buzzes.......I HAVE THE SHOPPING............yay !
So then.......nothing much left for me to say. All my little personal things are packed. Seem to have acculated a lot of stuff while I have been here but now its all neatly packed, ready to be moved to my next location. Will say goodbye to my hospital holiday apartment at about 7.30am tomorrow morning with a tear in my eye. Its been an experience and I have enjoyed sharing it via this blog.
Thank you for reading and all the messages of support along the way.
I'll be back when I can to let you know how it goes.....
With much Love
Helen x
Monday Monday...........
Despite feeling a bit miserable yesteday and a few tears this morning I get a grip back on myself. Only 2 days to go........
We dont have a good nights sleep in here. Posh bird is up most of the night monitoring blood sugar levels and and I get a bit of high blood pressure so am monitored hourly as I complain of chest pain. Turns out its just indigestion after all ( blame the chicken curry I had at lunchtime) but a bit of a worry and I feel like crap in the morning from lack of sleep. The doc comes round to speak to her and although she is only 34 weeks, they tell her baby will be delivered today as its dangerous for her to have dipping blood sugar levels. So she is gone by early afternoon.
At lunchtime DH and DD come which is lovely - its not visiting time for her so we go off the ward to the hospital restuarant for lunch. Paula doesnt want me to walk that far though so I have to go in the wheelchair......very amusing as the steering isnt the best and DH pushes me whilst DD charges ahead in front. We have a nice lunch and DD is on top form. We tehn go to the hospital shop and we buy her a balloon which she wacks everyone with on the way back to the ward. We go back in and I sneak her to the dayroom for a few mins while DH goes to my room to pick up up dirty stuff and drop off clean things. They proabably wont come tomorrow so I have a cuddle with her as wont see her wednesday - she will come in on thursday to see me and the baby.
Go backto my room and find a new roomie. She is very normal, chatty and here because of bleeding. At last a decent one. We chat for a bit but then I have a nap for a couple of hours.
When I wake up her hubby is just leaving so we end up chatting for the rest of the afternoon. She has had a tough time and I really feel for her. She spent 10 weeks here last year after her waters went at 22 weeks. So then she had her baby at 32 weeks but he died shortly after being born due to poor lung development. Breaks my heart to think of 10 weeks in here and then to go home without her baby at the end. She is very open about it and very level headed. I admire her strength. She is now 22 weeks again and her waters are fine but wont stop bleeding - low lying placenta like me. Understandably she cant stand it in here and wants to go but she cant because of the bleeding. She also has a child at home same age as DD so we talk about them.
We have a bit of drama about 9pm and she is doubled over in pain and says she is having a heavy bleed. She doesnt want to bother the midwives as they are having handover !! She wont ring her bell so I tell her to get on the bed and I go flying into the midwives office to get help. She is taken to labour ward in a wheelchair and I say my prayers for her and her baby.
I go to sleep at 10pm as am shattered and I hear some vague movement and chatting at about 11/12. Think she has come back. I get up for a wee at 3am and I see her in bed and she is awake. She tells me her baby is fine, no more pain. Thank goodness.
Go back to sleep...........
We dont have a good nights sleep in here. Posh bird is up most of the night monitoring blood sugar levels and and I get a bit of high blood pressure so am monitored hourly as I complain of chest pain. Turns out its just indigestion after all ( blame the chicken curry I had at lunchtime) but a bit of a worry and I feel like crap in the morning from lack of sleep. The doc comes round to speak to her and although she is only 34 weeks, they tell her baby will be delivered today as its dangerous for her to have dipping blood sugar levels. So she is gone by early afternoon.
At lunchtime DH and DD come which is lovely - its not visiting time for her so we go off the ward to the hospital restuarant for lunch. Paula doesnt want me to walk that far though so I have to go in the wheelchair......very amusing as the steering isnt the best and DH pushes me whilst DD charges ahead in front. We have a nice lunch and DD is on top form. We tehn go to the hospital shop and we buy her a balloon which she wacks everyone with on the way back to the ward. We go back in and I sneak her to the dayroom for a few mins while DH goes to my room to pick up up dirty stuff and drop off clean things. They proabably wont come tomorrow so I have a cuddle with her as wont see her wednesday - she will come in on thursday to see me and the baby.
Go backto my room and find a new roomie. She is very normal, chatty and here because of bleeding. At last a decent one. We chat for a bit but then I have a nap for a couple of hours.
When I wake up her hubby is just leaving so we end up chatting for the rest of the afternoon. She has had a tough time and I really feel for her. She spent 10 weeks here last year after her waters went at 22 weeks. So then she had her baby at 32 weeks but he died shortly after being born due to poor lung development. Breaks my heart to think of 10 weeks in here and then to go home without her baby at the end. She is very open about it and very level headed. I admire her strength. She is now 22 weeks again and her waters are fine but wont stop bleeding - low lying placenta like me. Understandably she cant stand it in here and wants to go but she cant because of the bleeding. She also has a child at home same age as DD so we talk about them.
We have a bit of drama about 9pm and she is doubled over in pain and says she is having a heavy bleed. She doesnt want to bother the midwives as they are having handover !! She wont ring her bell so I tell her to get on the bed and I go flying into the midwives office to get help. She is taken to labour ward in a wheelchair and I say my prayers for her and her baby.
I go to sleep at 10pm as am shattered and I hear some vague movement and chatting at about 11/12. Think she has come back. I get up for a wee at 3am and I see her in bed and she is awake. She tells me her baby is fine, no more pain. Thank goodness.
Go back to sleep...........
Monday, 20 December 2010
Sunday.....yawn.
Sundays are boring around here. Dont know why they are more boring than other days, they just are.
Crap nights sleep, I wake up lots in the night. Posh Bird also wakes up a few times - we have little chats here and there but not much but thanks to the curtain room divider and my flapping ears I work out she is here becuase she is diabetic and keeps having hypos made worse by her pregnancy. She was in HDU - high dependancy unit for 4 days until Thursday and then got readmitted saturday night. That must be scary. She is 34 weeks.No wonder she is huffing and puffing.
My BP is sort of steady but has the odd moment. Dont have a shower until after lunch - montitoring is late today cos the ward is very busy again. No visitors today cos of the snow. I get a few phone calls though which helps pass the time. I think I am at my boredom threshold, have had enough of playing this game and I want to go home now.
Feel a bit woe is me, but I just have to dig deep and get through the next few days. I eat my tea - corned beef sandwich, spicy wedges, soup and salad. The last freddo frog bites the dust.
Havent seen DD since Friday but hopefully if the roads are okay then DH will bring her in tomorrow (Monday) Bloody snow - if I see once more weather report think I might have to scream AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH.
Get my PJs on and watch the Apprentice - love it. Well done Stella. I could do with a swig of Urban, or Prism for that matter.
Tomorrows another day and then its only 2 more sleeps. YIPPEEEEEEEEE........
Crap nights sleep, I wake up lots in the night. Posh Bird also wakes up a few times - we have little chats here and there but not much but thanks to the curtain room divider and my flapping ears I work out she is here becuase she is diabetic and keeps having hypos made worse by her pregnancy. She was in HDU - high dependancy unit for 4 days until Thursday and then got readmitted saturday night. That must be scary. She is 34 weeks.No wonder she is huffing and puffing.
My BP is sort of steady but has the odd moment. Dont have a shower until after lunch - montitoring is late today cos the ward is very busy again. No visitors today cos of the snow. I get a few phone calls though which helps pass the time. I think I am at my boredom threshold, have had enough of playing this game and I want to go home now.
Feel a bit woe is me, but I just have to dig deep and get through the next few days. I eat my tea - corned beef sandwich, spicy wedges, soup and salad. The last freddo frog bites the dust.
Havent seen DD since Friday but hopefully if the roads are okay then DH will bring her in tomorrow (Monday) Bloody snow - if I see once more weather report think I might have to scream AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH.
Get my PJs on and watch the Apprentice - love it. Well done Stella. I could do with a swig of Urban, or Prism for that matter.
Tomorrows another day and then its only 2 more sleeps. YIPPEEEEEEEEE........
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Saturday 18th Dec....wot no X Factor?
Yesterday woke up at the crack of dawn but I think I wrote that already.
Had all the usual obs done. Baby is still jumping around like a crazy thing inside me so thats good. He is in complete oblivion to the trouble he is causing no doubt. Just hope its not too much of a shock for him when he is whipped out of me on Wednesday.
Slightly upsetting news today when a doc came round to see if I was all ready and just dropped into the conversation the fact that I will be having a general anaesetic. What? I thought it would be a spinal block. A spinal means that I am awake throughout with DH at my side and you get to see the baby the moment it comes out. This is what happened when DD was born. But with a general, DH is waiting outside and I am obviously out of it - the baby is checked over, weighed and given to DH. Its a combination of drugs they give me and I would be awake within 10-15 mins with baby put right at my side, ready for skin to skin and feeding. Apparently the GA is much better than in the past and shouldnt leave me groggy too much. But even so, not what I was expecting at all. Luckily a midwife is with me at the time but the doc hanging about twittering on and I just want her to go so I can digest it. I feel myself welling up and biting my lip but no, I cannot help the tears.
My safety is priority once baby is whipped out and if I have a heavy bleed, vital mins could be wasted while they give me a GA so I understand the logic. The op is consultant led with more people than usual in theatre becuase the placenta is where they need to cut. So I have to go with it and the doc says when they are prepared they can control it all which when I think about it more makes sense. And actually how frightening for me and DH to witness these problems first hand in theatre and be left with bad memories rather than good ones. So there you go.
Anyway on a more upbeat note......DH visits this afternoon. Its snowing outside so we cancel date night so he can get home in the light and he comes in the day instead. Its actually stopped snowing here by the time he gets here and nothing much was coming down n the village when he left.
He comes complete with full hedge trimming tools and cream and we get down to business in one of the bathrooms. Not our most romantic moment but very very funny. I am now ready for wednesday virtually fuzz free. As I type I still havent dared get my pocket mirror out for a look, probably for the best. When we come out of the bathroom we are laughing and he says "well thats you sorted out down there, Love" just as a girl comes out of the bedroom opposite. Her face was a picture - love it.
He stays for a while - tell him about the GA this but in his normal grounded way he is not fazed and says we must go with what they say.
He has bought the baby bag with him too - its getting close now. Then my mum rings who is at our house looking after DD - wanting to know if he is on his way back yet? When I say no she says OMG - tell him to leave now. The snow is bucketing down and 4 inches already in an hour. Mike had rung to say he was stuck at the bottom of a hill coming from work and 4x4 cars were struggling in the lanes. There is no easy way into our village - its slidy lanes all the way. So he goes and thankfully half an hour later he is home and rings me. Within 5 mins of leaving here without a flake he drives straight into a blizzard - he just about got up the worst hill but said was skidding all over the place and it was pretty hairy (but fun) he said. The village is in total whiteout. Mike has also just got back too.
It has got quite cold on the ward and the midwifes are checking temps in rooms and the radiators dont seem to be working very well so a portable one is brought to my room.
A new roomie arrives about 6pm. She looks quite normal, obviously not happy to be in here but okay. Not remotely chavvy - looks rather elegant actually so I call her posh bird. By bedtime though I have renamed her huffing puffing posh bird cos thats all she does. I suggest she pulls the curtain for privacy if she would like to - most people do this at first, I would too but she declines but then doesnt speak either. Its a bit strained so I pull the curtain as I have to get my pjs on anyway. She gets into a strappy nightdress and gets into bed. Now I know know how cold it can be at night in here. I have 5 blankets on my bed plus my red wool blanket from home. I also wear long pjs and nightshirt over the top - not attractive but warm. I know she is onto a loser for a warm nights sleep there.........
I watch the strictly final whilst reading the paper in bed - its not x factor but hey ho. Struggle to keep my eyes open beyond 10, have my jab and go to sleep.
3 more sleeps after this one.......
Had all the usual obs done. Baby is still jumping around like a crazy thing inside me so thats good. He is in complete oblivion to the trouble he is causing no doubt. Just hope its not too much of a shock for him when he is whipped out of me on Wednesday.
Slightly upsetting news today when a doc came round to see if I was all ready and just dropped into the conversation the fact that I will be having a general anaesetic. What? I thought it would be a spinal block. A spinal means that I am awake throughout with DH at my side and you get to see the baby the moment it comes out. This is what happened when DD was born. But with a general, DH is waiting outside and I am obviously out of it - the baby is checked over, weighed and given to DH. Its a combination of drugs they give me and I would be awake within 10-15 mins with baby put right at my side, ready for skin to skin and feeding. Apparently the GA is much better than in the past and shouldnt leave me groggy too much. But even so, not what I was expecting at all. Luckily a midwife is with me at the time but the doc hanging about twittering on and I just want her to go so I can digest it. I feel myself welling up and biting my lip but no, I cannot help the tears.
My safety is priority once baby is whipped out and if I have a heavy bleed, vital mins could be wasted while they give me a GA so I understand the logic. The op is consultant led with more people than usual in theatre becuase the placenta is where they need to cut. So I have to go with it and the doc says when they are prepared they can control it all which when I think about it more makes sense. And actually how frightening for me and DH to witness these problems first hand in theatre and be left with bad memories rather than good ones. So there you go.
Anyway on a more upbeat note......DH visits this afternoon. Its snowing outside so we cancel date night so he can get home in the light and he comes in the day instead. Its actually stopped snowing here by the time he gets here and nothing much was coming down n the village when he left.
He comes complete with full hedge trimming tools and cream and we get down to business in one of the bathrooms. Not our most romantic moment but very very funny. I am now ready for wednesday virtually fuzz free. As I type I still havent dared get my pocket mirror out for a look, probably for the best. When we come out of the bathroom we are laughing and he says "well thats you sorted out down there, Love" just as a girl comes out of the bedroom opposite. Her face was a picture - love it.
He stays for a while - tell him about the GA this but in his normal grounded way he is not fazed and says we must go with what they say.
He has bought the baby bag with him too - its getting close now. Then my mum rings who is at our house looking after DD - wanting to know if he is on his way back yet? When I say no she says OMG - tell him to leave now. The snow is bucketing down and 4 inches already in an hour. Mike had rung to say he was stuck at the bottom of a hill coming from work and 4x4 cars were struggling in the lanes. There is no easy way into our village - its slidy lanes all the way. So he goes and thankfully half an hour later he is home and rings me. Within 5 mins of leaving here without a flake he drives straight into a blizzard - he just about got up the worst hill but said was skidding all over the place and it was pretty hairy (but fun) he said. The village is in total whiteout. Mike has also just got back too.
It has got quite cold on the ward and the midwifes are checking temps in rooms and the radiators dont seem to be working very well so a portable one is brought to my room.
A new roomie arrives about 6pm. She looks quite normal, obviously not happy to be in here but okay. Not remotely chavvy - looks rather elegant actually so I call her posh bird. By bedtime though I have renamed her huffing puffing posh bird cos thats all she does. I suggest she pulls the curtain for privacy if she would like to - most people do this at first, I would too but she declines but then doesnt speak either. Its a bit strained so I pull the curtain as I have to get my pjs on anyway. She gets into a strappy nightdress and gets into bed. Now I know know how cold it can be at night in here. I have 5 blankets on my bed plus my red wool blanket from home. I also wear long pjs and nightshirt over the top - not attractive but warm. I know she is onto a loser for a warm nights sleep there.........
I watch the strictly final whilst reading the paper in bed - its not x factor but hey ho. Struggle to keep my eyes open beyond 10, have my jab and go to sleep.
3 more sleeps after this one.......
Saturday, 18 December 2010
On the home straight...........
As I type this its Saturday am and for some reason have been awake since 5am. its my 5th weekend in hospital and hopefully my last. A week today its Christmas Day. 4 more days until baby is born and I am praying for a straight forward C-Section to get him out and that we are both well enough to go home on Christmas Eve. I have already prepared myself for the fact that I may not get out on Christmas Eve though and may still be here a day or 2 afterwards. This will be hard but better to be fit and well than go home too soon. DH will have to do the ritual of carrot, mince pie and sherry for DD and have presents etc. Mum is doing the xmas dinner so they will have to eat together and then they will join me here in the afternoon.
Send me your positive thoughts and love because I really will need them if that is the case.
Anyway, less of the what ifs, Whatever happens we will cope. I wont be on my own - I will have my son with me and some of my favourite staff are here xmas day.
Yesterday morning my nice room-mate has a raging headache and throws up before breakfast. Her BP is through the roof and I know whats coming - induction. The doc comes round and says - I think we will induce you. See, I am getting good at this diagnosis lark. She is not taken to labour ward til the afternoon though as apparently they have a rush on.
I trot off to the eye clinic and my eyes are behaving themselves for now. More black humour between me and the consultant.......and the junior in the room observing looks quite perplexed, talk of pelvic floors, bleeding and baby stuff probably doesnt come up in the normal eye consultations she observes. People are wierd - before I go in, I sit in the waiting room and this old dear just stares at me - I am dressed obviously but in slippers and with bandaged ventlon sticking out of arm and hospital name tag. I stare back but she wins. I want to say "want a photo, love? I dont though and actually as I now type this, I am thinking praps she couldnt actually see me that well - It is an eye clinic after all.
See the ward manager today - aka favourite midwife. We have a chat for a bit - she says my bump is massive, bigger than a few days ago when she saw me. I ask her about shaving down below........I have no shame in here so fast forward if you are of sensitive nature. I havent seen my lady bits in a while as I have a huge bump in the way. But for the op, obviously need to be free of foliage other wise he will spend the first 5 mins with a hedge trimmer. Paula says they are happy to shave me before hand but that that is a step too far. I will have to rope in the services of DH. I tell him to bring in the bikini line hair remover from home. Date night will be interesting as its the only time he is here without DD. So - chinese takeaway followed by lady gardening - cant wait !
Lovely visit with him, DD and mum. She is over the bug and is back to herself and its a good visit. The floor fitters came today and I see pics of the gorgeous new bathroom floor - black with silver glitter- love it.
BP has come down thanks to the pills - get in bed, nothing on TV really but do watch a bit of Graham Norton before sleep - v funny.
Another day done.
Send me your positive thoughts and love because I really will need them if that is the case.
Anyway, less of the what ifs, Whatever happens we will cope. I wont be on my own - I will have my son with me and some of my favourite staff are here xmas day.
Yesterday morning my nice room-mate has a raging headache and throws up before breakfast. Her BP is through the roof and I know whats coming - induction. The doc comes round and says - I think we will induce you. See, I am getting good at this diagnosis lark. She is not taken to labour ward til the afternoon though as apparently they have a rush on.
I trot off to the eye clinic and my eyes are behaving themselves for now. More black humour between me and the consultant.......and the junior in the room observing looks quite perplexed, talk of pelvic floors, bleeding and baby stuff probably doesnt come up in the normal eye consultations she observes. People are wierd - before I go in, I sit in the waiting room and this old dear just stares at me - I am dressed obviously but in slippers and with bandaged ventlon sticking out of arm and hospital name tag. I stare back but she wins. I want to say "want a photo, love? I dont though and actually as I now type this, I am thinking praps she couldnt actually see me that well - It is an eye clinic after all.
See the ward manager today - aka favourite midwife. We have a chat for a bit - she says my bump is massive, bigger than a few days ago when she saw me. I ask her about shaving down below........I have no shame in here so fast forward if you are of sensitive nature. I havent seen my lady bits in a while as I have a huge bump in the way. But for the op, obviously need to be free of foliage other wise he will spend the first 5 mins with a hedge trimmer. Paula says they are happy to shave me before hand but that that is a step too far. I will have to rope in the services of DH. I tell him to bring in the bikini line hair remover from home. Date night will be interesting as its the only time he is here without DD. So - chinese takeaway followed by lady gardening - cant wait !
Lovely visit with him, DD and mum. She is over the bug and is back to herself and its a good visit. The floor fitters came today and I see pics of the gorgeous new bathroom floor - black with silver glitter- love it.
BP has come down thanks to the pills - get in bed, nothing on TV really but do watch a bit of Graham Norton before sleep - v funny.
Another day done.
Friday, 17 December 2010
Thursday 16th Dec.....
In the early hours I get up for a wee and happen to glance at my phone on the side. There are 2 text messages from DH saying that DD is up with some kind of stomach bug. My heart sinks at the thought of her being sick without me to look after her. DH is okay but obviously on his own looking after her and washing vomit covered sheets etc. We exhange a few texts during the night. its a low point for me. Luckily by late morning she is feeling better - DH goes to work as its his last day before taking a month off on hols/paternity leave and has a few things to get finished and mum comes round to look afer her. Schools out for her now til after xmas as they wont let her back within 48 hours of sickness. Feel better myself by lunchtime as I get a text from mum saying she has eaten soup. Phew.
The dreaded ventflon in put in again today. Thankfully a nice doc who appears to know his stuff but even so all the veins in my hands are pretty much knackered, this one goes in my forearm. Ouch. It bruises within minutes and I keep catching it as its on the underside of my arm.
I got a new room-mate yesterday. She seems okay at first but she is happy to keep herself to herself which is fine. Her other half is a tad irritating though. He is a chav through and through - head to foot in finest adidas but worse he has a really bad cold and he is either coughing or snorting snot into the back of his throat. This is one of my pet hates. GET A BLOODY TISSUE AND BLOW YOUR NOSE I wanted to shout after several hours of his snorting. After the usual moaning to go home every hour she is let out about 6ish. Phew. My friend B is visiting at the time and she has been reading the blog so knows how I feel about roomies and when we hear the doc saying she can go home me & B silently shout YES behind the curtains......
My registrar comes by to say that as my BP has been up and down for the last couple of days but today has been high, they are starting me on a low dose of medication to keep it at a safe level. Oh well, might as well get the full range of medical services while I am here.
Mind you only 2 hours passes by before the next one is shipped in. This girl is very nice and we chat a lot before bedtime. She has pre eclampsia and is monitored every 4 hours. Dont think she will be here long though as she is 39 weeks so I bet she will be induced in the morning. Nice to have a normal person who actually likes a chat.
Speak to my DD before she goes to bed and seems much chirpier. DH has the bathroom floor fitters in tomorrow am so is working late in the bathroom to get things done - putting the towel radiator back on the wall etc etc. He sits down about 9.30pm.
I watch a bit of TV before lights out at 11pm........
The dreaded ventflon in put in again today. Thankfully a nice doc who appears to know his stuff but even so all the veins in my hands are pretty much knackered, this one goes in my forearm. Ouch. It bruises within minutes and I keep catching it as its on the underside of my arm.
I got a new room-mate yesterday. She seems okay at first but she is happy to keep herself to herself which is fine. Her other half is a tad irritating though. He is a chav through and through - head to foot in finest adidas but worse he has a really bad cold and he is either coughing or snorting snot into the back of his throat. This is one of my pet hates. GET A BLOODY TISSUE AND BLOW YOUR NOSE I wanted to shout after several hours of his snorting. After the usual moaning to go home every hour she is let out about 6ish. Phew. My friend B is visiting at the time and she has been reading the blog so knows how I feel about roomies and when we hear the doc saying she can go home me & B silently shout YES behind the curtains......
My registrar comes by to say that as my BP has been up and down for the last couple of days but today has been high, they are starting me on a low dose of medication to keep it at a safe level. Oh well, might as well get the full range of medical services while I am here.
Mind you only 2 hours passes by before the next one is shipped in. This girl is very nice and we chat a lot before bedtime. She has pre eclampsia and is monitored every 4 hours. Dont think she will be here long though as she is 39 weeks so I bet she will be induced in the morning. Nice to have a normal person who actually likes a chat.
Speak to my DD before she goes to bed and seems much chirpier. DH has the bathroom floor fitters in tomorrow am so is working late in the bathroom to get things done - putting the towel radiator back on the wall etc etc. He sits down about 9.30pm.
I watch a bit of TV before lights out at 11pm........
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