Another hospital run

I’m writing this blog post from the hospital ward as my wife sits next to me doing a sudoku.


You may think I should have something much better to do than write a post but anyone who’s spent any time in hospital knows they can be incredibly boring.

We’ve played charades, word association and our favourite game: find the most random artwork in the hospital.

The iPad was on our hospital bag list. But due to us thinking this would be a casual visit we didn’t pack it.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like after two years of marriage my wife and I fail to entertain each other. But hospitals drain you as soon as you walk through the doors. Your watches cease to work and you enter hospital time where everything moves as though travelling through silly putty. This isn’t to say things don’t get done. They do, but just at the hospital’s schedule.

I can not fault the staff. Apart from a moment on day one where I was referred to as “the friend”, all have accepted that I’m “The Wife”.

I’d love to be able to tell you all what’s wrong and why we are still here, but to be honest I don’t know. I’ve tried reading C’s notes but I struggle to read my own writing at times, so reading Dr’s notes is like trying to read hieroglyphics.

All I do know is my child doesn’t like having its heart rate monitored and will kick like crazy when it is. Plus I can’t wait for it to arrive so the fun can really begin.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Sonya Cisco Reply

    Wishing you well! Have spent many an hour in that very room so know just what you mean! Have you recorded the sound of heartbeat on your phone yet? We found my other halfs recording of Syd in utero the other day and was funny to think of all the hours on monitors listening to that sound! Xx

    • Mytwomums Reply

      Thank you!

      Thats a great idea. I haven’t done that yet. Will have to do that next time she’s hooked up to the monitor.

      We’ve got a great view of the pencils spinning lol

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