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July 24, 2006
O Lucky Man
Well, this morning was hard but so so so worthwhile.
Frustration with the NHS had reached breaking point and I decided Vicky needed some serious support for today's fight with their beauracracy. Over the weekend I spent an unhealthy amount of time raging to anyone who would listen that the hospital needed to make up its bloody mind.
If Vicky's blood pressure was a problem, then do something about it.
If it wasn't, then leave us alone.
Instead we were caught in this slighly inept half-world where people would talk about how Vicky's blood pressure wasn't a problem or a sign of pre-eclampsia, but then still want to book us in for an induction. Oh, and get her in for observation every day (wasting a morning in a boiling hot hospital) to be on the safe side. While forgetting she was on a monitor.
We turned up cruising for a fight. Well, I did. I was determined to be as light and breezy as possibly to Vicky - after all I didn't want her blood pressure to go up!
But after an hour and a half of hanging around, we were finally told that Vicky was absolutely perfect, and didn't need to be seen again until after her due date. No inductions. No interventions. Unless there are any new symptoms, or it fancies hanging around past two weeks, this baby is coming out when it feels like it.
Apologies to anyone who was expecting big dramas.
We are normal. And we like our freedom, as they say.
Posted by Tom Dolan at July 24, 2006 10:21 PM
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