Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Fuzzy and faded. Perhaps a reflection of my state of mind last night at the hospital, but not a fair depiction of the how I've felt this past week (great).
A little bit of bleeding sent me in to the Birthing Centre twice in the past few days. As I have negative blood they have been treating any bleeding with caution, although it has only been small amounts each time and I've been cleared each visit. The first time around I instinctively felt that everything would be fine and we were lucky to see our very supportive midwife and a gentle doctor. Last night, however, our midwife was attending to a lady who was birthing and we were sent upstairs to the understaffed and sterile delivery suite - a completely different atmosphere to what we've been fortunate enough to experience in the Birthing Centre. This time we waited in plastic chairs in a corridor, were given a bottle of water as an afterthought, met with a 'very busy' doctor, and left hours later having been offered very little comfort and a mumbled explanation. I've been at home today resting, feeling a little drained.
However, a lovely thing to come out of each visit was being able to listen to the little one's galloping heartbeat. I'll never tire of that sound or the feeling of a little body bounding around in the belly.
As I mentioned, apart from this experience, I've felt great. A little more energy than usual and I think my mini meals are doing wonders for the indigestion! I've been practising relaxation and visualisation with this fabulous CD and book each night (K will often join in too), and sometimes get the opportunity to close my office door at lunchtimes and stretch out on my yoga mat. I look forward to these practices every time and feel it doing wonders for my state of mind. I'm just hoping to feel rested and healthy for when the time comes to birth. Getting closer...