Markers
Monday 2 February
Another milestone today – 34 weeks. Baby has obligingly turned head down (confirmed by scan today, although it seemed to be the consensus of most, but not all, of the many people who have palpated me recently).
My day is marked by the scheduled events of the day. Today's menu: two CTGs, blood test, scan. Eight hourly drugs, and seemingly random, but frequent observations of my temperature, pulse and blood pressure. And the meals of course. Lunch was the scene of drama with the Cold Chicken with Mayonnaise Wrap incident (where cold chicken managed to inveigle its way onto the “low listeria” vegetarian side of the menu). This was partly made up for by a rather large piece of chocolate cake. Dinner has just finished. Already I am anticipating breakfast.
(Incidentally, the “low listeria” menu has always made me chuckle. Should we presume then that there is a contrasting high listeria option? Or, more worringly still, should we feel certain that our food does contain listeria, rather than merely the risks of its presence is low?).
Another room mate has just been discharged: very good news for her, and hopefully she will be able to continue the rest of her pregnancy in relative normality. I expect that the bed will be filled again by the morning.
I have escaped from the ward a couple of times today – a quick waddle to the cafe for a newspaper, an aimless trudge around the building when I just couldn't take overhearing anyone else's medical problems any more, and a couple of sits in the chairs outside of the ward. Chairs are hard to come by sometimes, and there's only so many hours that you can sit on a bed.
Another milestone today – 34 weeks. Baby has obligingly turned head down (confirmed by scan today, although it seemed to be the consensus of most, but not all, of the many people who have palpated me recently).
My day is marked by the scheduled events of the day. Today's menu: two CTGs, blood test, scan. Eight hourly drugs, and seemingly random, but frequent observations of my temperature, pulse and blood pressure. And the meals of course. Lunch was the scene of drama with the Cold Chicken with Mayonnaise Wrap incident (where cold chicken managed to inveigle its way onto the “low listeria” vegetarian side of the menu). This was partly made up for by a rather large piece of chocolate cake. Dinner has just finished. Already I am anticipating breakfast.
(Incidentally, the “low listeria” menu has always made me chuckle. Should we presume then that there is a contrasting high listeria option? Or, more worringly still, should we feel certain that our food does contain listeria, rather than merely the risks of its presence is low?).
Another room mate has just been discharged: very good news for her, and hopefully she will be able to continue the rest of her pregnancy in relative normality. I expect that the bed will be filled again by the morning.
I have escaped from the ward a couple of times today – a quick waddle to the cafe for a newspaper, an aimless trudge around the building when I just couldn't take overhearing anyone else's medical problems any more, and a couple of sits in the chairs outside of the ward. Chairs are hard to come by sometimes, and there's only so many hours that you can sit on a bed.
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posted by Mary at 9:33 pm
4 Comments:
I would love to come and visit if you're up for it? Can you email me to let me know if this is ok and your actual location so I don't get lost and scared wandering the halls and tunnels;-)
(((hugs))) and YAY for the 34 week mark!!
Hugs I have only just caught up - sending you lots and lots and lots of happy positive energy and bloggy love! Keep up posted.
Dearest Mary, my heart goes out to you. I have only just heard that you are in hospital, and I am wishing I lived near enough to do something useful for you and your family. I had heard that you had had the baby actually, but perhaps that is only a rumour? Whether true or not, I hope that your stay in scbu is not too long and you are soon home with all your children under one roof again. My thoughts are with you hon.
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