Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Steely-eyed doctors, baby induction and proof that men are wimps!

Well, I was discharged yesterday after about 14 hours in hospital... I think the consultant - who looked at me with his steely eyes - wondered what I was doing there!  My blood sugar levels do indicate diabetes (boo) but they're only .02 high at most measurements, so it's fairly inconsequential.  It seems it was all a storm in a teacup... or should I say tea BOWL.  For some reason, the tea and coffee in hospital is served in glass bowls?  Are they worried we won't be able to 'handle' a cup? 

I've been prescribed a blood glucose monitoring kit (the kind where you prick your finger and put a little blood onto the paper thing), but been told "if your readings are a bit high, it doesn't really matter."  Which makes me wonder why I'm stabbing holes in myself 6 times a day...?!  Hey ho - just call me sleeping beauty (although I never get any sleep and have never looked worse...!).

However, the diabetes, plus the fact I've got a bit of extra fluid which can be a side-effect of the diabetes, mean that they've decided to induce next Tuesday!  Bit nervous about that, but at the same time it does mean I can plan... at least a little. I'm trying to take things steady until then so that labour comes only when scheduled!  With three little ones to consider, it's not easy to dash off to the hospital in the middle of the night (or day for that matter)!

The usual worries about labour/baby being OK have now surfaced - I've managed to keep them in check for most of the 9 months, so I suppose it's inevitable at this stage. It all seems very 'real' now.  I know it's weird, but there's still a little part of me that doesn't even believe there IS a baby there!  Having had to have IVF for all our others, it feels like I'm making it all up!  I think next Tuesday will confirm that it's not just a fat belly though - at least I hope so!!

As for my strong, macho hubby... on seeing my blood glucose monitor, he of course wanted to have a go himself.  I measured mine, changed the paper thing and passed it to him.  He nearly jumped out of his skin when the tiny, TINY needle pierced his skin.  'F... that,' he said, 'I'm not doing THAT again!'

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