After my first 24 hours in hospital, Im exhausted. But in a good way.

I have seen the two resident doctors, and my specialist. Apparently they arent going to start CTG (monitoring the babys heartbeat) until 28 weeks, and they arent intending to give me steroids. Which all makes me wonder about what the hell I am doing here, costing the public health system about $1000 a day. But who am I to ask?

I have seen the head of the perinatal support team, and the social worker. I have seen the pharmacist, and am starting to get to know my team of nurses. I have become aware of the fact that the helipad is just above my room, which becomes patently obvious when they deep off a sick person, which has happened (very loudly) about three times today.

I’ve had a growth scan, which showed that the fetoid is above the 97th percentile for weight, and on the 97th percentile for head circumference. Looks like we are keeping that in the family 🙂

The scan gave me a bit of a rush, I was all excited that growth was going well (inter uterine growth retardation is often a problem with pprom babies), so I was bummed when my doctor came in to say she suspects I have gestational diabetes (which I have posted about before, but am too lazy to link here), and that I have to do a 24 hour sugar test, with finger pricks before and after every meal for 24 hours. And those mothers HURT. I say that as someone who used to be needle phobic, but got over it with regular blood donations, and having a blood test a week for the past few months has killed off any remaining nerves around the veins in my left arm…

The food is, unsurprisingly, execrable.


Exhibit A, Tomato omlette with green beans, pasta, and cabbage. Yes, boiled cabbage.

I have a lovely view of the car park (if you’re coming to visit call ahead and I can tell you if there are any spots), and I have unpacked my clothes, brought in flowers, put up pictures, and installed my essential electronics and an extension board to power them all.



And Id love more visitors! Not all at once, but if I am here for as long as I hope I will be, I will need visitors over a very long period, so dont all rush at once! I am in the Womens Health Ward, level 4, Bed 10.

And a note to anyone that has had trouble commenting – you may get an error message, but your comments still seem to get through, just ignore it. Tech support has more pressing issues to deal with at the moment. Like the fact that Squishy wants to call his brother Cowbell.

And yes. I do know the difference between median and average. To suggest otherwise is just plain mean 😉

3 thoughts on “Updates”

  1. When my s-i-l was pregnant with Ben, we asked Alice (then 2.5 yo) what she might like to call the new baby. She thought deeply, then said Faggot pause if its a girl.

    Hwo can fathom the minds…

    Bear in mind that in UK this is NOT a term of abuse at all, BTW, just a name for a bundle of wood. But im surprsied shed ever heard it!

    Cowbell really sounds quite good…


  2. would love to visit, but alas distance is a problem.

    Xander went well with the paed this week – is chowing down rice cereal and i literally just discovered this second that the boy can 360 roll. While i was catching up with this blog post I found him across the room playing with my current crochet project…


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