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Hello! My name is Joseph Woodrow Stevens and this is my Blog. It's called Rabbits'
Blog, because that was the name Mummy and Daddy gave me when I was still
in Mummy's tummy. (Apparently Daddy's sister wanted to call my Daddy Rabbits
when he was born!)
Anyway, Mummy and Daddy write stuff down here about me, 'cos they seem to think it's interesting. I just like all the pictures of me, 'cos I'm gorgeous! I hope you like what Mummy and Daddy have written here. Let them know if you do. They'd like to hear from you!
Lots of love and kisses!
Joseph xxx
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Panic!
So, yesterday afternoon, Em went in to have her blood pressure taken and have another CTG trace taken. The blood pressure was fine, but there was something about the trace that the scary Germanic midwife didn't like the look of, so they kept Em on for another ten minutes... and another ten minutes... and then another ten.... They then said that they wanted to do a really long trace and were going to move Em back down to the labour ward to do it. As this was going to be long and boring, Em sent me home to stick a couple of potatoes in the oven, the plan being that she would call me if she could come home, or else I would bring her jacket potato in to her.
As I had a couple of hours, I decided to do a bit more work in the back bedroom. I washed down the paintwork, and had just started touching up the bits of ceiling that needed a second coat, when Em called me surreptitiously on her mobile. After a bit of fumbling, she told me they didn't like the look of the trace (apparently it was all a bit flat and regular - there needs to be bits where the heart rate speeds up, especially when Rabbits moves, but there weren't many of them) and that they might be getting the baby out that night, so I didn't have time to wait for the jkacket potatoes!
I wolfed a peanut-butter and jam sandwich down with half a bottle of Yop, threw all the new baby stuff I'd bought earlier (possibly the most bewildering trip to Tesco I'd had in a long time - especially as I felt shit yesterday!) into a bag, called Em's mum (who immediately went into a huge panic) and dashed to the hospital. I found Em in the labour ward strapped up to the monitor and looking fairly fed up. The monitoring went on for an age, mostly with one poor midwife having to sit there holding the sensor in place to stop Rabbits moving away from it and fouling up the results.
A little while later the registrar came in and asked for another half-hour. Then the midwives changed over and the new one seemed a bit more concerned by the trace, and asked for the registrar to come in. Eventually he did, signed it off while the midwife was trying to explain that she wasn't happy, and left immediately. She obviously wasn't best pleased, and so kept Em on for another half hour!
Eventually everyone was satisfied, and took Em back up to the Mary Munnion ward for the night (after tea and lots of toast!), and will start the whole thing over again today. They're going to monitor her three times today, instead of the usual two, so she won't be home until this evening at the earliest.
It seems to me that everyone new who gets their hands on Em gets overly concerned, and, despite the fact that nothing has fundamentally changed for the past week, they want to try and sort it out once and for all! Which I suppose is a good thing, but as we've been through it all constantly, it's all getting a bit wearing. Em just wants to get through to Thursday as calmly as possible. That may mean she has to stay in until then, but I don't think she's overly bothered now - as long as I keep brining her in some good food!
Weird. In just over four days time, I'm going to be a father. Weird.
posted by Craig @ 9:12 am
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