Nov 17, 2008 14:41
Creme brulee = heaven
(and can amusingly be confused with "crem-bo").
I will be 30 weeks pregnant on Sunday. It suddenly is hitting me how close we're getting to due date time. If it's February 1st, give or take 2 weeks... Wow.
We visited the hospital last night and it scared me. It's so real and close and there. I am excited, but right at this moment I am scared. I hate hospitals, I've discovered. I've thankfully never had to go to a hospital for myself, ever, and now I know it's coming up. It gave me the same feeling being in an airport does - such unease and queasy stomach. I guess I understand why someone would want to give birth at home, particularly with these silly hospital policies. I mean, Sheba is great. I have almost no problem with what they say their policies are. After I give birth, I get to sit there for an hour with my baby and relax. But after that hour, they take away my child for up to 6 hours, just to wait around in a nursery to be seen by a doctor. Why can't the doctor examine a baby while with the mother? And come on, 6 hours? That's a long time to be separated right away. The midwife who gave us the tour said they take the baby to be warmed under these warming lights during that time, but hey, I'm a human being. I give off warmth without even trying. I can take care of my child myself, thanks.
Well, anyway, as I said - the rest of their policies are things I agree with/don't mind. And I just don't think there's really anything I can do about this one thing. You'd think since it's my child I'd get to decide though, no?
I'm going to make soup now.