A Day of Trouble & Strife

Well life out here in the real world is all go, action, noise and feeding. Quite the change from before, even if I am beginning to forget that it was lovely and warm - here every now and then the temperature drops drastically on my lower parts of my body. I get lifted up in the air (only part way though) by my ankles and my bottom gets washed - that part is nice getting rid of all that meconium etc. But the fastening of my nappies still needs practice, Dad is too slow and the air cools my bottom down plus the fact first time he put it on the wrong way round, he did ask the midwives for instructions and he must have misunderstood (it was his first try though I'm sure he'll get better with some serious practice)

Then it's time for lunch at a take out buffet - much as you can eat - they even provide soft but warm reclining pillows to rest on, followed a little walk and more sleep. Lots more action than before so I need my rest.

Mummy on the other hand has not had it so easy. After the pre-landing exercises (that did go on a bit - and I did not have be squeezed out but was plucked out all of a sudden - now that is a real shock to the system - I was not too happy about that one I can tell you (like I told them at the time) - I was expecting to get my first lie on the warm reclining pillows in the cafeteria, instead off to be weighed and rubbed down with a towel and handed over to Dad. Because there was a problem with Mum, as sometimes happens she bled a bit too much after her C-section and when her uterus did not clamp down hard and so stop the blood as it was supposed too - maybe it was too tired from all that pushing to get me out through the tunnel - it was floppy and sloppy and so Mum lost 2 liters of blood, which I think is a bit careless of her as she only has 6 liters to begin with, so they had to transfuse blood back.

But then after a day out and she was getting better, off the morphine drip, eating and I was being introduced to other members of the family, to Baba, Nona, Zia Giovanna and Great Zia Clelia as well as my Dinde Rosie (she is nice with long hair maybe I can have long hair too one day) Allison, Melissa and Mimi. My social circle was growing, but then mummy started to hurt, a little at first but then more and more. By seven at night it was bad and just as I had settled in to a nice long meal (with reclining seats), I was taken out and my buffet table (with the rest of mummy) was wheeled away for tests - x-rays and stuff, don't really understand it too much - when they found out that mummies bowel had gone to sleep, I guess with the rest of her when I was born, only it did not wake up when mummy did, so now that she was eating and drinking after coming off the pain medication she was getting blocked up. That really hurts so back to the intensive care ward where we first landed after my birth, and mummy was back on morphine, they put a nasal tube down her nose to her tummy to let the stuff there come out ( it was not going out the normal way) and they put her on a drip and now no more food or drink as the sleeping bowels are allowed to wake by themselves. Poor mummy first she gets hyper-emesis (one in ten pregnant mummies get that) and she was sick (throwing up) every day of her pregnancy (except a period of six weeks in the middle when she missed a few day here and there) right up to the birth. Then the C-section and the loss of blood, again not totally uncommon, but certainly not usual. And another somewhat rare thing, her sleeping bowels.

I missed most of all this as I got to sleep in Daddies arms while she was being wheeled out for her tests and our bedroom was transfered back to the intensive care ward. And all this was just after Dad scored us a bed with a view by the windows seems there is more to this world than the people I have met and the two corridors and three beds we have been to, but I will explore all of that when I wake up a few more times, right now sleeping in daddies arms is much more appealing .........