i’m. tired.
so tired. so very tired. which feels like a joke because i’m thinking that i’m tired now… and this isn’t even it. this is only just the beginning. i feel like i could sleep forever right now, and i realise… i won’t GET to sleep forever. what a lovely joke.
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so last wednesday i had my regular 38 week check-up with my midwife and OB. i had a combination of things that warranted them wanting to go ahead and admit me to the hospital for observation and a 24 hour collection analysis. the midwife told me to go home, pack my overnight bag- and bring the baby things for the labour ward in case they had to induce or do an emergency c-section. oi!
i cried. mostly because i knew that everything was okay and i didn’t want to go to the hospital..
so i came home. packed the bags. and ate ice cream right out of the tub. ha! i deserved it.
and then we went on to the hospital. blood pressure checked- and guess what? it was perfect. urine checked- and guess what? perfect.
can i go home now? do i really have to stay the night?
no. and yes.
sigh. i know.. i know. so better safe than sorry. and i was so very glad that they were being proactive and taking all the precautions with me to ensure that i didn’t have pre-eclampsia. but still.. guuuh.
i was given a room with another girl- who was lovely by the way. and i said a tearful goodbye to steven… who i ended up texting all night because i missed him. we’re pathetic.
but see, i couldn’t even begin the 24 hour thing yet. i had to wait until morning before that started. guh. in total, i was at the hospital for 45 hours…
and all is perfectly well, healthy, normal, lovely with baby and myself. thank goodness.
i guess it was a practice run- a preview of the hospital and care. (one that i would happily do without. but. useful nonetheless)
i figured out what else i need to have packed in my bag. (and to. you know.. have those bags packed and ready because situations change quickly… ha!)
that the midwives are all so. so very lovely.
that the beds in the labour ward are comfortable. but the ones in the maternity ward.. however. are not.
that the tea they serve upstairs is too weak, but you can at least get a cup of decent tea downstairs in the cafeteria for 1 euro.
and that i despise the book ‘committed‘ by elizabeth gilbert. (i adored eat pray love.. i read it three times. but this… oh. i was ready to throw it in the bin more than once. i guess i was just expecting more of an inspiration. journey…something. )
right before i was discharged to go home, a woman was wheeled past our room- she was so sweaty, hair all dishevelled, looking exhausted… with the biggest, proudest grin on her face… and a baby wrapped in a towel. her husband followed behind her with a big grin and their bags in his arms. this beautiful mini parade-such a high, their lives transformed.
sigh.. in a week or two, that will be us…
i was looking through pictures last night and found that one from 16 weeks and thought ‘oh my cute little body! it’s so adorable… oh… i love that’







