Here we Go!

Seems I wasn’t wrong in saying Little Man would soon be on the way; the blood pressure decided enough was enough earlier and so the decision was made to induce me at 37 weeks.

Currently writing this from a bed in the High Dependency Unit, where they’ve applied gels and are letting nature do her thing and be over ridden by synthetic stuff. I’m sure it’s doing great stuff. I can feel it doing something anyway. Hoping it’s actually being productive instead of just arsing around because it’s not exactly a picnic.

Guess we are just going to have to wait and see. I’m being told to take a nap, and they’ll see what progress I’ve made in 25 minutes. Fingers crossed!


I’ve known for months that I have no veins. I’m the one who jokes about being clinically dead when the medical students can’t find my pulse (in either arm), I’ve got one spot on one arm that if its in a good mood will give up a dribble of blood, and I’m pretty sure that its a frustrated sigh from dealing with my arms rather than at having to be working the night shift that numerous nurses have come out with. 

That one vein is my friend normally. Its been behaving for the last two weeks. But last night when I needed a line put in for fluids (to increase my blood pressure, of all things…), that one had already been used to give a blood sample so they decided to try every other vein in my arms. A hard job on most days, but damn near impossible when your hands look like inflated gloves with big sausage fingers and your arms are filled with fluid that has them twice their normal size. Damn pre-eclampsia, you do make me more attractive by the second. 

Two nurses and a doctor later, the remains of me are a pincushion. For holes that didn’t lead to veins there was definitely enough effort in stopping blood from coming out of them upon this decision. And everywhere else is more ouch filled than that one lovely (now very bruised in an X marks the Spot way) well used vein. And to add insult to injury, the canula fell out by this morning so theres a chance that I’ll have to do the whole thing again later. Hospital life, you are the anti-craic. 

On the other hand, we seem to be playing roulette with the blood pressure at the moment, or rather my body is getting too used to the copious doses of medication to treat it and needs more and more. Which is mellowing out the Little Man a bit too much. May be seeing him sooner than we thought. 


All of the Bed Rest

Pre-eclampsia. Thou art my enemy. My puffy ankles and high blood pressure glare at you from this hospital bed. 

37 weeks pregnant and now in hospital until the end. Gah. The end is in sight but still. Still. My sofa is at home and I am not. The not-completely-finished hospital bag is at home and I am not.  This may require work. 

On the upside, I have found the wifi. Which means I don’t have to do this from my phone, but from my laptop, which makes it a bit less irritating (and also offers me the option to do multiple things at once, like browsing multiple procrastination sites at the same time while googling “fastest way to get healthy baby out early”). 

It also meant I got to watch Greys Anatomy at 5.30am this morning when I was woken up to get my blood pressure checked and couldn’t sleep because of the snoring in the beds around me and the crying babies down the hall. At least this is prep for functioning on very little sleep… 

Have to start thinking of ideas of things to do though – having spent 12 out of the last 14 days in hospital, I’m kind of exhausting the crosswords (but have started entering the competitions online!) and the staring out the window is getting depressing. Please send all ideas on a postcard. 

Still trapped.


This is a colour scheme I am getting rather rapidly sick of.
Been told three times this week “You can go home if…” And each time my body has failed me. My blood pressure has decided it doesn’t like me, and goes all lovely and low in the mornings but decides half way through the day that’s no fun, and up it goes. Today it meant having to miss the “how to get the kid out” antenatal class. I assume this means that due to lack of training I can sit this one out, and wake up and be handed a kid, right? If not this is an idea I endorse a trial run of!

I’m like an old woman who eats nothing but salt. This is not my idea of a “glow”.

It was sunny today though, and worryingly enough, the food was not only tasty but filling. So either I had a last supper and nobody has clued me in (it came with cake, and cream cheese crackers, both put aside for later! Never happens!), or my appetite has suppressed during the week. Either way normally by now I am STARVING (half four last meal, hello) and I’m just nicely full, still. Miracle.

I do have to get the second steroid injection tonight though. Not something high on my bucket list if anything like the first – I’m not bad with needles but oh sweet god the sting as the stuff goes into your system!! It will all be worth it when baby gremlin comes out all “check out my awesome breathing skills”, especially if early, but in no way does it get a good Trip Advisor review for fun activities in Cork.

Hopefully I will manage to escape over the weekend and have something to write about that isn’t hospital food or blood pressure related, but time will tell.

It’s sunny outside


Sunny outside today, it was mocking me from the window. On day four of this stay (thank you very much blood pressure). In the meantime, I’ve discovered my body does NOT approve of it’s last supper being at 4.30pm – what is that about? Are we all meant to hibernate for 12 hours afterward? I’ve also become a Pokemon Master, yay emulator games and boredom. And I’m living that episode of Friends where everyone is further on in labour than Rachel – the fact that I’ve not started labour is besides the point, at least 7 women have come in and gone again down to labour ward in the last four days while I lie here, playing Pokemon and trying to sleep.

Here’s hoping for home time tomorrow.

The Hospital Bag

I’m starting to think about redirecting my post to the maternity hospital. Thanks to my erratic blood pressure (which had never made it above 120/80 up to about two months ago, was actually on the low side), and it being joined by headaches and dizziness, I seem to have become a frequent flyer, and a regular user of my friend the Trace Machine. 

However, I’ve hit 34 weeks, almost 35 and seem to have committed the cardinal sin of not having the hospital bag together. Cue the gasps of horror (one relative did actually react like this, two weeks ago, upon this confession), and the impending sense of panic each time I’m kept in and they go “Oh, well, you know, we could keep you…”.

Part of this horror, which may seem ridiculous, is the realisation that if I don’t get my act together, I may have to send himself shopping for maternity pads and the like. I think thats a step I’d like to skip, so today is the day, since I’ve managed to escape their clutches until at least tomorrow morning. 

The internet is full of lists. As is the maternity magazine that I’ve been staring at on the coffee table for the last few weeks. Most of it is fine, apart from the ever changing amounts of things you need – understandable for things like clothes for baba, who is likely (apparently) to throw up on everything a few times a day, not so much for how many pairs of pyjamas – one list says two, another says SIX. Really regretting the purchase of light coloured pyjamas over the last year, it seems that they are persona non grata in the maternity ward, so its looking like lots of new ones will need to be purchased. Hello Penneys. 

Have to wash the baby clothes (have to buy some more, and the washing powder, but thats besides the point), pack the nappies (these I do have, but how many? Again the lists never agree), and get blankets sorted out. Thinking at this point it will be the big pink suitcase, going on how little fits in the smaller one I’ve got here. Time seems to be running out a little…

It will all be fine. If all else fails, the maternity hospital is across the road from a shopping centre which has little in it barring the MASSIVE Pennies and 24 hour Tescos… *deep breath*