The hospital tour
Last night I took a tour of the hospital where U.B. will be born. Note how I said "I" and not "we". We had babysitting all set up for Isaac and everything, and he had to go and start coughing like an 80-year-old smoker. Dada stayed home with him while I went to the hospital to take the tour by myself, with my fingers too swollen to wear my wedding ring so I could pass for a single mom.
It was actually hella lame, and, while I got to ask lots of questions and learned many things I wanted to know, Dada would have been bored out of his gourd so it was probably good he stayed home. To make sure I was adequately entertained without his presence, I picked up a huge Slurpee before I hit the hospital and spent the entire time sucking it down mercilessly in front of all these starving/thirsty heavily pregnant moms. That was fun. I am such a good planner.
Almost everything I learned about the hospital was entirely reassuring, and we seasoned birth vets got to laugh at the first-time dad who asked "So, how long does the delivery take? One hour? Two hours?" I'm surprised his wife didn't sock him in the arm. I got to talk at length with a couple expecting their third & fourth children in April (that's right, twins), and not only did she compliment me profusely on how tiny I was, but she also revealed that whereas her first labor was 20 hours, her second labor lasted five. Can you say "sweetness"?
I did learn one extremely depressing thing about this hospital: their postpartum rooms, with incredibly rare exceptions, are "semi-private." This means that, while I will labor and deliver in a swanky suite of my own, I will have a roomie, probably the entire time, while U.B. and I are recuperating there. A roomie whose screaming baby will likely be sleeping the exact hours when my screaming baby is not sleeping. Whoever's idea this was, they totally do NOT get a cookie for it.
I got home to this picture of my Jedi knight-in-training:
As Dada got ready for bed, Isaac lusted after his shirt and refused to take it off the entire night. Dada did yet another good job this week taking care of Isaac, as I was gone for nearly 2 hours and both of them were still alive when I came home.
It was actually hella lame, and, while I got to ask lots of questions and learned many things I wanted to know, Dada would have been bored out of his gourd so it was probably good he stayed home. To make sure I was adequately entertained without his presence, I picked up a huge Slurpee before I hit the hospital and spent the entire time sucking it down mercilessly in front of all these starving/thirsty heavily pregnant moms. That was fun. I am such a good planner.
Almost everything I learned about the hospital was entirely reassuring, and we seasoned birth vets got to laugh at the first-time dad who asked "So, how long does the delivery take? One hour? Two hours?" I'm surprised his wife didn't sock him in the arm. I got to talk at length with a couple expecting their third & fourth children in April (that's right, twins), and not only did she compliment me profusely on how tiny I was, but she also revealed that whereas her first labor was 20 hours, her second labor lasted five. Can you say "sweetness"?
I did learn one extremely depressing thing about this hospital: their postpartum rooms, with incredibly rare exceptions, are "semi-private." This means that, while I will labor and deliver in a swanky suite of my own, I will have a roomie, probably the entire time, while U.B. and I are recuperating there. A roomie whose screaming baby will likely be sleeping the exact hours when my screaming baby is not sleeping. Whoever's idea this was, they totally do NOT get a cookie for it.
I got home to this picture of my Jedi knight-in-training:
As Dada got ready for bed, Isaac lusted after his shirt and refused to take it off the entire night. Dada did yet another good job this week taking care of Isaac, as I was gone for nearly 2 hours and both of them were still alive when I came home.
posted by Claire at 7:47 PM
3 Comments:
Our hospital had no private recovery rooms either. I HATED that because there was NO sleep during the 3 days were in there.
Crap crap crap! Dang it, Dawn...
Wow. I guess my "source" forgot to mention that little detail about the rooms. Yuck.
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