Waiting for the Little Unit

No, my good friend JuLeS, I shan't be bashing the poor Sith Ifrekins today in my little note.

Today Lib* and me went to Calvary Hospital (if you look at the people at the link, they're all smiling so hard you wonder why they even need to be in hospital). The reason was to keep our appointment at the Maternity unit, to meet with a Midwife.

The purpose of the meeting was to familiarise ourselves with the surroundings and what to expect when Libby finally enters labour, find out when the ante-natal classes were taking place, and to get a better a idea of the routine checks that the Maternity Unit takes during the pregnancy. It was also a chance for the MidWife to get relevant details from us, such as allergies, previous medical histories and most importantly whether we would prefer a Coopers or a Boags at the conclusion of proceedings. Unfortunately we will have to sort that out ourselves.

I've already made the decision not to be at the business end, and have hinted strongly that two gas masks will be required at the birth. Interestingly, the midwife also suggested that the use of painkillers by the victim, for want of a more adequeate description, is not automatic at this Maternity Unit. They mentioned that its takes away from the experience of having a child. Well, tear my chest open now and perform a heart bypass. Never mind the anaesthetic, it takes away from the experience of open heart surgery! Cut Now. NOW. NOW!!!!

Needless to say, I think Lib* and I are both firmly of the belief that "Pain Management" will include things like "Drugs".

We also made an appointment for the 19 Weeks Ultrasound. This might be the time when "Jelly Bean" becomes... the Little Unit. From there it will only be a matter of time before I become the Poop Smith. We'll look at the happy snaps and let you know.

This will also be done at Calvary. It's a good thing that we decided not to learn the sex of our child, because the good folk at Calvary will not tell you anyway. Apparently it causes too much problems. For some who have their 19 wk ultrasound there, I imagine that the real problem is wardrobes full of yellow and green baby gear. Maybe you'll be able to spot them at the mall: All the kids in yellow and green.