relax, relax, relax

was hospitalised for two days and discharged on saturday. one of those scary jolts when my BP was too high in the day unit that i have to stay over for monitoring and perhaps early induction. i arrived at clinic in the afternoon and was handed over from one staff to the other that not a single soul informed the hubby and me the plans overnight. the safer route was admission (i presumed) then go from there.

i never liked being confined in hospital, i tend to compare staff behaviour and do the call bell audits in my head. it's like being in prison. nobody visits, the husband couldn't wait to go to work during the day. the ward has a different system and wants you to queue to avail of meals, if you're connected to the ctg monitor, you'll likely miss it.

at least ning was there with her no-fuss, newborn princess. the patients in my bay were deep into drama. being held and observed is kind of dramatic, the science of infection, the hindrance of increased circulating blood volume, the musicality of a baby's wail were brought to my forefront. the staff succumbed to a myriad of queries, bombarded with admissions at the last minute. some have manners. a few are very good. as for me, i read to chill and play the waiting game.