Tea is very important, AKA my Hospital List.

I don't enjoy being a patient in hospital. I enjoy hot lunches in hospital because
  • Someone else cooks the meal
  • Someone else brings me the meal
  • Someone else takes the dirty dishes away and does them

Those things and the mechanical bed aside, I'd rather be at home. But I thought hard about it this time and here's what I've got with me this time to make hospital feel a little bit more like home.

My own mug, loose leaf tea and tea bags

My public hospital supplies either paper cups or plastic mugs with meals. Tea out of a plastic cup? Mrs Smyth Snr drank one today without dying, but I think she was blinded by the delicious Pippa.


My iPhone alarm clock dock.

Hospitals are NOISY, man. I'm in a private room this time but it's right next to reception. Mr S and I can tell you all sorts of gossip we've overheard. I'm also a hefty iDevice user, so having the dock means my phone is always charged, we can listen to music to drown out the bogans hospital noise, and I know what time it is.

My own pillow

I hate being away from home, so my boomerang pillow is a must for me here. Smells like home, comfy like home.

All Manner Of Food And Drink

As I look at my bedside table and tray table I can see:
  • Grandmarg's Banana Cake (Best Ever, recipe to come!) Gone. I ate this in record time yesterday.
  • A box of Cadbury Roses chocolate thanks to Melina
  • A bottle of Coca-Cola
  • Jug of water and glass
  • Peppermint loose leaf tea and infuser
  • An apple
  • A banana
  • A box of Oreos
  • A box of Ladurée French tea a friend brought in for me yesterday.

There's also another bag of fruit on the floor, a box of Oreos in the cupboard and a packet of Ritz crackers in the cupboard. I'm hungry now.

My iPad, charger and stand

Enough said, really.

Hair Ties

Man, these are such a necessity for me. I get around with a ponytail most of the time, and having been stuck in bed for a couple of days, my messy hair has been getting the better of me. I even brought my hair dryer this time. A good fringe gives me faith to face the day.


Toilet Paper

Standard issue toilet paper doth not a happy woman make. Ok?


Garnier BB cream and Garnier Dark Spot Corrector

Not a sponsored post! But it could be, I love it so very much. The corrector has come with me, only because I like a light moisturiser under my BB cream. I cannot gush about the BB cream enough. After a night where I had 90 minutes sleep total, broken into three sleeps (!), I still had compliments on how well baby must be sleeping because I looked so rested.


Notebook and Pen

So useful. Keeping track of feeds, writing down handy hints from the best night midwife ever (Terri, the homebirth midwife for those in Hobart following along) and making notes about my artillery of heavy drugs. As Mr S isn't staying in hospital with me this has really helped me feel more relaxed and less worried about forgetting anything.






So there you have my very simple hospital survival list. It doesn't state the basics, such as enough maternity pads to create your own padded cell or breast pads, but this is what has helped make my life more comfortable so far.

What's your additions?

And oh yes, this.



40 weeks...

 
Yesterday when I woke up this is how I looked.
 
Then...
Meet Pippa Jane Smyth. She came into our lives at 9.15am yesterday morning, 2nd November 2012.
 
She required an exit via the sunroof, and at 4.7kg... Let's just say I'm quite relieved that she was a Sunroof Entry into the world. It's been decided that Mama Smyth don't make no small babies.
 
Pippa smells delicious and has Mr S and I wrapped around her little tiny fingers and toes. She is so far the identical image of newborn Millie, resplendent in her rosebud mouth and chubby chubby chins.
 
Millie is exceptionally taken with her little sister and is enjoying all the spoiling that comes with having Nanny and Poppy Smyth AND GrandMarg in the house. When they came to visit yesterday, Millie chased her banana cake (GrandMarg) with 3 Oreo cookies that she spotted on my tray table and I heard there was some treats from Nanny Smyth as well. Sugar, Toddler be thy name.
 
I'm off to PippaWatch and have another cup of tea. Zzzzzzzzzz.
 

Thankful Thursday

This week I'm thankful for modern medicine.
As my belly grows, November looms closer, I keep reading the news and I've been thinking about this issue a lot.
When I was pregnant with Millie, Mr S and I planned a Birth Centre no intervention labour and delivery. We had no indication that this would be a problem. I had a textbook pregnancy and I was fit and healthy the whole time, aside from a genetic dose of gestational thrombocydopaenia, which basically means that my platelet count runs a little low. After a lot of discussion with my medical professionals I finally found out that this meant that the hospital wanted a low intervention birth for me too - less intervention, less bleeding problems. Awesome! High Five! We're on the same page!

Around about my due date. Quite clearly still very pregnant.

As a lot of first pregnancies do, my due date came and I not-so-merrily waved it goodbye as I sat on the couch feeling like the size of a house. Eventually, it was time. I think the threat of induction, or my mother's whispering sent me in to some sort of labour.


The night I went into labour. My mother is actually whispering
'GET OUT! BABY! GET OUT!'

We went to the hospital and came home again. We went to the hospital again 16 hours afters I'd gone in to some sort of labour (very few contractions, just a general icky feeling) and this time we weren't leaving without our daughter.

Time rolled on. 24 hours since labour started. 28 hours. 32 hours. 36 hours. 38 hours. We'd tried everything. My doctor and my midwife were really happy for us to try anything we wanted as they knew we wanted a natural, no intervention birth. But as soon as they said 'Look, your baby is getting distressed and there's nothing else we can try...' my mind was made up. I wanted a healthy baby, most definitely not at any cost.

Off we went, and less than an hour later (40 hours since labour began!) we met our beautiful daughter Millie. She was posterior (explains the back pain from early on) and face presentation. And so very stuck there was a lot of medical magic needed to extract her from her comfy home, safely into our arms. Let's not forget she was a Decent Size, too. There was no possible way that she was able to be born naturally, and without the intervention that we received, we both would have died. Scars? Yes. But life? Oh yes.

I'm thankful for the respect that our doctors and midwives showed Mr S and myself. I'm thankful that I knew my choices and had taken the time to research them. I'm thankful that modern medicine exists. In another time in this country Millie and I would not be here. Right now, in another country, Millie and I would not be here. But I'm so very glad that we are.

Linking with Kate from Kate Says Stuff for Thankful Thursday.

What are you thankful for?