Last Friday I was 22 weeks which was the day I lost Harvey. I'm really, really pleased to have passed this milestone, the lead up to it was not easy. Lots of returning memories, some of which I don't think I've had since the event itself. Lots of strong emotion and feeling confused.
As is often the case (compare with lead up to and then day itself of milestone birthdays) the actual day wasn't too bad. I was very tired as I'd been up for two nights with hip pain so kind of bumbled through the working day as best I could. Instead of going to a Super Furry Animals gig with M, I opted to go for a Flotation Tank session after work.
If you've never done a float, I recommend it if you're feeling run down. Just an hour is a real re-charge of the batteries and gets rid of any aches and pains.
Came out, went home, ate, went to bed and slept a full nights sleep with no pain. Bliss.
The next night, the pain was back. I think I've tracked it down to the squashy chair I sit in in the living room, so we've moved down the straight-backed granny chair from upstairs and I now sit in that to watch the TV. So far so good.
Yesterday was the anomoly scan at the hospital. As usual there were c*ck-ups. We waited an hour and a half to go in as they "lost my file and didn't think I'd turned up". The two men doing the scanning were like a comedy duo - one of them was learning and was doing photos of anything and everything. Then the consultant came in to look at him scan and check he was doing it right and the poor guy was told off for all the photos - "£30,000 a year we spend on photo paper in this hospital!" We were in there for an hour at least. Results are that the baby is on track for all measurements. Cervix length is also back up to 2cm and closed - hurrah! The stitch is doing its job and supporting the pregnancy.
I'm feeling tentatively more confident so I think I'm going to take up the yoga again. At this stage of the pregnancy, I think it's a good idea and I reckon I've got enough of a handle on what stability feels like to be able to assess how my body reacts to some practise. This means returnng to 6am starts, now that the mornings are dark and cold, not so inviting. Still, good practise I guess.
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Saturday, 26 September 2009
P.S. Coggy?
Coggy, if you're reading this, your blogs have suddenly gone private to me and I've no way to contact you. Not sure if this is intentional or not but have a feeling it's something to do with blogger changing the email address I log in as. If you want to stay private - I understand but will miss your posts. If this is a technical glitch, can you add me under illuminasam at gmail dot com?
Thanks!
Thanks!
Still pregnant but having a bad day
Here I am at 20+1 and frankly, I'm feeling confused.
Things, as in *life*, are back to normal. I'm 3 weeks post-stitch operation and feel very well and recovered. Last week the dissolvable stitches they put in to seal the incision came out, so I'm fairly confident that the wound has healed well. I don't seem to be attracting any infections or have any abnormal discharge.
M and I were on holiday for a few days in Devon last week and with that and doctor/midwife appointments, I'd barely been in to the office all month. Getting back into the swing of things at work was in some ways great: I enjoy my job and like the people I work with and it was kind of fun to think about something else other than my cervix.
On the other hand, as I'm not going to yoga in the mornings, I am driving straight from home to work. Now that the schools are back, travelling between 8am and 9am means hitting heavy traffic all the way so I don't tend to leave until after 9 when the roads are quieter. But this means I can't leave work until after 6pm when the way home is more busy!
I live on the opposite side of London to my office and it's lucky I like my job so much otherwise I'd have chucked in the towel long ago. The only way I've found to make the travel bearable is to go to yoga in the mornings. It just so happens that if I leave home around 6-6.30am to go to my yoga class, I speed there through London streets with no cars on them. When I finish my practise at around 9am, the position of the yoga centre in relation to my office means I am travelling against the traffic flow and I am at the office in 15 minutes. I'm in to work early and can therefore leave early and miss the heavy traffic on the way home. It all works out perfectly basically, I'm rarely stressed in the car sitting in heavy traffic and I get to do yoga every morning as well.
Not so any longer. Even though the doctors have all said continuing yoga is fine for me, absolutely everyone else (and by this I generally mean ladies on IC message boards) have advised me not to do it. I don't want to take any risks so I'm erring on the side of caution but doing this means I'm just exchanging one problem for another - now I'm stressed in heavy traffic for two hours a day!
Oh, and did I mention that I'm suffering from backache and hip pain? Yes, any sort of activity brings it on. I know that if I was practising yoga I wouldn't be suffering to the same extent.
I know it's not for long and by christmas I'll be finishing work and none of this will mean anything but frankly right now I'm fed up. It's like the two things that make me feel really good - yoga and gardening - are the two that I can't do now I'm in the 2nd tri with a stitch put in. We just went up to the allotment and I see the weeds everywhere and the things that need doing and I can't do any of it. M helps me out by watering and weeding but he's not as keen a gardener as I am so doesn't want to spend too much time there. I used to spend hours every Saturday growing all my vegetables and although we're really reaping the rewards of that now - we've barely bought anything from the shops for weeks - all I can think of is what needs to be done before the winter and how I can't do any of it.
I've spent most of today in tears. I can't work out if it's because I've hit 20 weeks and 20 weeks is when the PROM started last time. Or is it that the restrictions are getting to me? Seeing M bobbing about like normal is hard too - I'm partly jealous and partly embarrased to have to ask so much of him all the time.
20 weeks was always a big looming spectre, right from the start. My big milestone now is 22 weeks - on October 12th I will be 20+3 and on that day I will have (fingers crossed!) my 2nd trimester ultrasound like every pregnant woman has. They can look at the length of my cervix then too. On that day I will be more pregnant than I've ever been and only two weeks away from viability.
In the meantime, what to do to stay sane? I'm going to go to an antenatal yoga class tomorrow held by a woman who does very gentle yoga classes. I'm just going to give it a try, see what happens. I've got to do something that's for sure, otherwise I'm going to kill M before long.
I know I should be thankful I'm even at this stage. I've had a second chance and didn't have to do IVF to get it. I know lots of people would give their right arm to be where I am. I'm ashamed to be be complaining really but I guess I just need to let off steam. Steam that usually comes out during yoga practise!
Things, as in *life*, are back to normal. I'm 3 weeks post-stitch operation and feel very well and recovered. Last week the dissolvable stitches they put in to seal the incision came out, so I'm fairly confident that the wound has healed well. I don't seem to be attracting any infections or have any abnormal discharge.
M and I were on holiday for a few days in Devon last week and with that and doctor/midwife appointments, I'd barely been in to the office all month. Getting back into the swing of things at work was in some ways great: I enjoy my job and like the people I work with and it was kind of fun to think about something else other than my cervix.
On the other hand, as I'm not going to yoga in the mornings, I am driving straight from home to work. Now that the schools are back, travelling between 8am and 9am means hitting heavy traffic all the way so I don't tend to leave until after 9 when the roads are quieter. But this means I can't leave work until after 6pm when the way home is more busy!
I live on the opposite side of London to my office and it's lucky I like my job so much otherwise I'd have chucked in the towel long ago. The only way I've found to make the travel bearable is to go to yoga in the mornings. It just so happens that if I leave home around 6-6.30am to go to my yoga class, I speed there through London streets with no cars on them. When I finish my practise at around 9am, the position of the yoga centre in relation to my office means I am travelling against the traffic flow and I am at the office in 15 minutes. I'm in to work early and can therefore leave early and miss the heavy traffic on the way home. It all works out perfectly basically, I'm rarely stressed in the car sitting in heavy traffic and I get to do yoga every morning as well.
Not so any longer. Even though the doctors have all said continuing yoga is fine for me, absolutely everyone else (and by this I generally mean ladies on IC message boards) have advised me not to do it. I don't want to take any risks so I'm erring on the side of caution but doing this means I'm just exchanging one problem for another - now I'm stressed in heavy traffic for two hours a day!
Oh, and did I mention that I'm suffering from backache and hip pain? Yes, any sort of activity brings it on. I know that if I was practising yoga I wouldn't be suffering to the same extent.
I know it's not for long and by christmas I'll be finishing work and none of this will mean anything but frankly right now I'm fed up. It's like the two things that make me feel really good - yoga and gardening - are the two that I can't do now I'm in the 2nd tri with a stitch put in. We just went up to the allotment and I see the weeds everywhere and the things that need doing and I can't do any of it. M helps me out by watering and weeding but he's not as keen a gardener as I am so doesn't want to spend too much time there. I used to spend hours every Saturday growing all my vegetables and although we're really reaping the rewards of that now - we've barely bought anything from the shops for weeks - all I can think of is what needs to be done before the winter and how I can't do any of it.
I've spent most of today in tears. I can't work out if it's because I've hit 20 weeks and 20 weeks is when the PROM started last time. Or is it that the restrictions are getting to me? Seeing M bobbing about like normal is hard too - I'm partly jealous and partly embarrased to have to ask so much of him all the time.
20 weeks was always a big looming spectre, right from the start. My big milestone now is 22 weeks - on October 12th I will be 20+3 and on that day I will have (fingers crossed!) my 2nd trimester ultrasound like every pregnant woman has. They can look at the length of my cervix then too. On that day I will be more pregnant than I've ever been and only two weeks away from viability.
In the meantime, what to do to stay sane? I'm going to go to an antenatal yoga class tomorrow held by a woman who does very gentle yoga classes. I'm just going to give it a try, see what happens. I've got to do something that's for sure, otherwise I'm going to kill M before long.
I know I should be thankful I'm even at this stage. I've had a second chance and didn't have to do IVF to get it. I know lots of people would give their right arm to be where I am. I'm ashamed to be be complaining really but I guess I just need to let off steam. Steam that usually comes out during yoga practise!
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Part 4 - Recovery
If anyone reading this is about to have a Shirodkar stitch for the first time and is wondering about the recovery, here's my experience:
General anesthetic
I don't react badly to these at all. To me it feels like a nice deep snooze and I felt lively and back to normal within a couple of hours of waking up. Over the next few days I had normal nights sleep. I possibly slept longer than usual but not by much. I had plenty of time to rest and no other responsibilities to attend to so this might have helped. I know some people react badly to generals though.
Friday - op day
The op was in the morning. Dull pain started to appear around midday. I then had a long car journey which was extremely uncomfortable, particularly going over bumps in the road! By the time I got home I was begging for pain killers and took 2 x 500g paracetomol and promptly fell asleep for an hour. I took another lot before I went to bed. The evening of this day was the worst for pain - the pain killers did help but they didn't get rid of it completely. Pain was aching in the back, crampy feelings and sharp feelings around the stitch. It also hurt to pass urine a bit. I was best when I sat still, moving around hurt. The pain felt quite draining. There was some bleeding but not much. I slept fine with pain killers.
Saturday
I woke up early in pain and took pain killers immediately. I took them as much as I was allowed throughout the day. I did notice that the pain was considerably less than the day before - not nearly so excrutiating - but it was still there. Getting up and down from seats was especially bad. In the evening I suddenly had lots of bad cramps and backache and felt quite scared. In the loo I passed two small pieces of tissue and had some mucus discharge. I got into bed, drank water, took a pain killer and took my progesterone and fell asleep.
Sunday
I was worried from the night before but in fact woke up feeling relatively pain free. Getting up and down was still a bit achey but it was a vast improvement on the day before. I didn't take any pain killers till the evening. No more discharge, minimal spotting.
Monday
No pain killers all day. Pain is pretty much gone. However, it is not that comfortable to sit at a desk for long periods, sometimes I feel I would like to put my feet up.
Now -I feel recovered but I certainly don't feel like rushing around or doing anything physical. It feels like I should continue to take it easy, which is exactly what I'm going to do by working from home all week!
General anesthetic
I don't react badly to these at all. To me it feels like a nice deep snooze and I felt lively and back to normal within a couple of hours of waking up. Over the next few days I had normal nights sleep. I possibly slept longer than usual but not by much. I had plenty of time to rest and no other responsibilities to attend to so this might have helped. I know some people react badly to generals though.
Friday - op day
The op was in the morning. Dull pain started to appear around midday. I then had a long car journey which was extremely uncomfortable, particularly going over bumps in the road! By the time I got home I was begging for pain killers and took 2 x 500g paracetomol and promptly fell asleep for an hour. I took another lot before I went to bed. The evening of this day was the worst for pain - the pain killers did help but they didn't get rid of it completely. Pain was aching in the back, crampy feelings and sharp feelings around the stitch. It also hurt to pass urine a bit. I was best when I sat still, moving around hurt. The pain felt quite draining. There was some bleeding but not much. I slept fine with pain killers.
Saturday
I woke up early in pain and took pain killers immediately. I took them as much as I was allowed throughout the day. I did notice that the pain was considerably less than the day before - not nearly so excrutiating - but it was still there. Getting up and down from seats was especially bad. In the evening I suddenly had lots of bad cramps and backache and felt quite scared. In the loo I passed two small pieces of tissue and had some mucus discharge. I got into bed, drank water, took a pain killer and took my progesterone and fell asleep.
Sunday
I was worried from the night before but in fact woke up feeling relatively pain free. Getting up and down was still a bit achey but it was a vast improvement on the day before. I didn't take any pain killers till the evening. No more discharge, minimal spotting.
Monday
No pain killers all day. Pain is pretty much gone. However, it is not that comfortable to sit at a desk for long periods, sometimes I feel I would like to put my feet up.
Now -I feel recovered but I certainly don't feel like rushing around or doing anything physical. It feels like I should continue to take it easy, which is exactly what I'm going to do by working from home all week!
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Part 3 - the op
After M left, I had a reasonable night. The emergency alarm (loud) does go off an awful lot in the labour ward though which is perhaps not surprising but disconcerting nonetheless.
The next morning I am up around 7am and on the laptop seeing if they have wireless access at the hospital - they do! This is excellent news as even though I love reading books, it is nice to be able to get online as well.
Things move fast and it's not long before I am being prepped for theatre. Back on with the lovely embellism stockings. The anethetist comes to discuss options. I say that as long as there's no risk to the baby I want a general. He says there is no risk but even so advises a spinal. I tell him that I didn't react well to this last time and had a panic attack and particularly since I was on my own today, I wanted to be out for the op. If M had been there, it might have been different. Happily he could kind of see my point and agrees to the general - hurrah.
Then, a blow. A doctor I have never seen before comes in and tells me she will be doing the stitch. I question her - the lovely consultant I had seen the night before assured me it would be him and he would come in this morning specially to do it. She tells me he's not available. I tell her it's not acceptable and I don't feel comfortable with the situation.
I didn't feel like a nice person at this point. Who am I to question her surgical skills? However, it's all about peace of mind and when it comes to pregnancy, asking for and getting what you want to achieve that peace of mind. I've learnt this the hard way. The thing is that the stitch was meant to go in the day before and my consultant had said that the team that work on that day was excellent and highly experienced. I wanted that team. Moreover, I had met the guy and liked him a lot, I felt confident with him.
She left saying she would see what she could do but I didn't hold out much hope. By the time I am in the theatre, in the gown and the silly hat and being dealt with by the anesthetist, I'm feeling pretty anxious and stressed. Who will do my stitch? Will it work? Then, I look over at the door, there is my guy waving at me with a reassuring smile and a coffee in his hand. He's clearly just arrived in the nick of time! I have that peace of mind now and I enter the strange world of general anesthesia feeling a lot more confident.
When I come round the first thing I say is "Where's M?" I hear "M's not here." My brain then clearly kicks into gear as the second thing I say is "Did the membranes rupture?" "No" they say. Relief. I fall back to sleep.
An hour later I am fully awake and fine and chatting with lovely nurse Florence (from Sri Lanka). If it wasn't for the fact that I am tied to a blood pressure machine and heart monitors I would be up and about. Hurrah for the general anesthetic. All I have to do is go for a wee, have some lunch and then I can be discharged. By 1pm, 4 hours after the op, I am ready to go home. Since Mum gets lost on the way to the hospital I don't actually end up leaving till 3pm though - by this time I am sure they were happy to see the back of me!
Final part next: recovery.
The next morning I am up around 7am and on the laptop seeing if they have wireless access at the hospital - they do! This is excellent news as even though I love reading books, it is nice to be able to get online as well.
Things move fast and it's not long before I am being prepped for theatre. Back on with the lovely embellism stockings. The anethetist comes to discuss options. I say that as long as there's no risk to the baby I want a general. He says there is no risk but even so advises a spinal. I tell him that I didn't react well to this last time and had a panic attack and particularly since I was on my own today, I wanted to be out for the op. If M had been there, it might have been different. Happily he could kind of see my point and agrees to the general - hurrah.
Then, a blow. A doctor I have never seen before comes in and tells me she will be doing the stitch. I question her - the lovely consultant I had seen the night before assured me it would be him and he would come in this morning specially to do it. She tells me he's not available. I tell her it's not acceptable and I don't feel comfortable with the situation.
I didn't feel like a nice person at this point. Who am I to question her surgical skills? However, it's all about peace of mind and when it comes to pregnancy, asking for and getting what you want to achieve that peace of mind. I've learnt this the hard way. The thing is that the stitch was meant to go in the day before and my consultant had said that the team that work on that day was excellent and highly experienced. I wanted that team. Moreover, I had met the guy and liked him a lot, I felt confident with him.
She left saying she would see what she could do but I didn't hold out much hope. By the time I am in the theatre, in the gown and the silly hat and being dealt with by the anesthetist, I'm feeling pretty anxious and stressed. Who will do my stitch? Will it work? Then, I look over at the door, there is my guy waving at me with a reassuring smile and a coffee in his hand. He's clearly just arrived in the nick of time! I have that peace of mind now and I enter the strange world of general anesthesia feeling a lot more confident.
When I come round the first thing I say is "Where's M?" I hear "M's not here." My brain then clearly kicks into gear as the second thing I say is "Did the membranes rupture?" "No" they say. Relief. I fall back to sleep.
An hour later I am fully awake and fine and chatting with lovely nurse Florence (from Sri Lanka). If it wasn't for the fact that I am tied to a blood pressure machine and heart monitors I would be up and about. Hurrah for the general anesthetic. All I have to do is go for a wee, have some lunch and then I can be discharged. By 1pm, 4 hours after the op, I am ready to go home. Since Mum gets lost on the way to the hospital I don't actually end up leaving till 3pm though - by this time I am sure they were happy to see the back of me!
Final part next: recovery.
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Part 2 - fury in the labour ward
I think when we left off we were waiting for a single room to become available in the ward due to being suspected of MRSA infection.
Well, we waited, and we waited and it was about 4pm in the afternoon when we were finally called. We'd been in that waiting room since 9.30am. What a relief to get into our private room with ensuite bathroom away from the noise and bustle of the waiting room! First off, I have swabs taken to check for MRSA (no results yet). Then I'm told to have a bath with the special antiseptic soap. What a bonus! After all day waiting - with not a thing to eat or drink - having a warm bath was absolute bliss!
I am just out the bath and dressed in the gown and embellism stockings (so flattering - not!) when the midwife appears with this devastating news: no suture today, the anesthesia team knocks off at 5pm and there is an emergency ceasarean just in. They want me to stay the night in the hospital so I don't lose my queue place and have the op first thing in the morning.
We are furious! M is meant to be leaving to drive to Ireland that evening. We've already postponed by 24 hours so he could be with me for the op. My mother, who is always excellent back-up in these situations, has to work the next day. We are faced with the option of M cancelling his trip and hence the entire gig which costs not just him but the rest of his band lots of money or my mother having to cancel work.
I am in an enraged state. No food or water for 22 hours and then this! M is on the point of cancelling when Mum rings to say she has rung her office and made her excuses. She is available the next day to pick me up after the op.
Once we've agreed everything and I've eaten a sandwich, life looks a lot rosier. We discuss everything with the surgeon who is a nice guy and reassures me that he will come in specially to do the op the next day. He says there's not much point M being there anyway as I will be having a general anesthetic and then just recovering. We feel a lot happier and M pops home to get me an overnight bag and another sandwich before he sets off for Angelsey and the crossing to Dublin.
Next: The op itself.
Well, we waited, and we waited and it was about 4pm in the afternoon when we were finally called. We'd been in that waiting room since 9.30am. What a relief to get into our private room with ensuite bathroom away from the noise and bustle of the waiting room! First off, I have swabs taken to check for MRSA (no results yet). Then I'm told to have a bath with the special antiseptic soap. What a bonus! After all day waiting - with not a thing to eat or drink - having a warm bath was absolute bliss!
I am just out the bath and dressed in the gown and embellism stockings (so flattering - not!) when the midwife appears with this devastating news: no suture today, the anesthesia team knocks off at 5pm and there is an emergency ceasarean just in. They want me to stay the night in the hospital so I don't lose my queue place and have the op first thing in the morning.
We are furious! M is meant to be leaving to drive to Ireland that evening. We've already postponed by 24 hours so he could be with me for the op. My mother, who is always excellent back-up in these situations, has to work the next day. We are faced with the option of M cancelling his trip and hence the entire gig which costs not just him but the rest of his band lots of money or my mother having to cancel work.
I am in an enraged state. No food or water for 22 hours and then this! M is on the point of cancelling when Mum rings to say she has rung her office and made her excuses. She is available the next day to pick me up after the op.
Once we've agreed everything and I've eaten a sandwich, life looks a lot rosier. We discuss everything with the surgeon who is a nice guy and reassures me that he will come in specially to do the op the next day. He says there's not much point M being there anyway as I will be having a general anesthetic and then just recovering. We feel a lot happier and M pops home to get me an overnight bag and another sandwich before he sets off for Angelsey and the crossing to Dublin.
Next: The op itself.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Stiched up for the second time - Part 1
Wednesday's length check showed a drop to 1cm. So 50% of the cervix lost in 1 week. Luckily Wednesday was the day of my consultant's clinic so we were in there like a shot. In view of the drop he strongly advised a stitch and he advised not waiting a week in case the cervix began to open during that time. I have also been prescribed progesterone for the rest of the pregnancy.
M and I spent all day going backwards and forwards at the hospital, collecting pills from the pharmacy, getting blood tests done and seeing the necessary people. We were to turn up the next morning (yesterday) at the labour ward to have the thing put in.
And that's exactly where I am now, on Friday morning. Yesterday was what we commonly call in the UK a c*ck up. First, at the bus stop to get the bus to the hospital I realised I'd forgotten my notes. We go back home and decide to call a taxi. The taxi takes half an hour to arrive. When we finally get to the ward and book in we have a long wait before we are called - like 2 hours. Then, we're shown to a bed and are just putting our stuff down and settling in when the midwife rushes up and tells me I have to leave as I'm an MRSA carrier! She's just been called by the infections department and my name is on some list of infected people who have to be sanitised whereever they go. We need to be in a private room and there are none available at the moment. We're a bit upset... and confused. Where has this come from? It's the first I've heard of it.
Back in the waiting area we think it through. I had a thorough infection screen back in the Spring, I'm fairly certain I'm not carrying this (admittedly lethal) bug now. However, Harvey's birth was caused by an infection and I was told this was the bug S. Aureus, which is the SA of MRSA.
**For those who can't be bothered to read the link, MRSA is a strain of S. Aureus that is resistant to antibiotics and therfore can be lethal if it gets into wounds etc. In UK hospitals people have died from it and there have been big scandals about hygeine. As a result they are totally frantic if it's suspected and virtually quarantine you.**
The midwife comes to see us. It turns out the flag from the infection department has come from 2007 and the events around Harvey's birth. The placental swab taken at that time showed the bug - no wonder my body went into labour, it was trying to save little Harvey from death by superbug! When they find a single room for me I will need swabs taken to check for the bug and also an all over antiseptic wash. I tell her I'm convinced I no longer have it but of course, they have to be safe and cautious.
I must pause now, I'm being prepped for theatre. More after.
M and I spent all day going backwards and forwards at the hospital, collecting pills from the pharmacy, getting blood tests done and seeing the necessary people. We were to turn up the next morning (yesterday) at the labour ward to have the thing put in.
And that's exactly where I am now, on Friday morning. Yesterday was what we commonly call in the UK a c*ck up. First, at the bus stop to get the bus to the hospital I realised I'd forgotten my notes. We go back home and decide to call a taxi. The taxi takes half an hour to arrive. When we finally get to the ward and book in we have a long wait before we are called - like 2 hours. Then, we're shown to a bed and are just putting our stuff down and settling in when the midwife rushes up and tells me I have to leave as I'm an MRSA carrier! She's just been called by the infections department and my name is on some list of infected people who have to be sanitised whereever they go. We need to be in a private room and there are none available at the moment. We're a bit upset... and confused. Where has this come from? It's the first I've heard of it.
Back in the waiting area we think it through. I had a thorough infection screen back in the Spring, I'm fairly certain I'm not carrying this (admittedly lethal) bug now. However, Harvey's birth was caused by an infection and I was told this was the bug S. Aureus, which is the SA of MRSA.
**For those who can't be bothered to read the link, MRSA is a strain of S. Aureus that is resistant to antibiotics and therfore can be lethal if it gets into wounds etc. In UK hospitals people have died from it and there have been big scandals about hygeine. As a result they are totally frantic if it's suspected and virtually quarantine you.**
The midwife comes to see us. It turns out the flag from the infection department has come from 2007 and the events around Harvey's birth. The placental swab taken at that time showed the bug - no wonder my body went into labour, it was trying to save little Harvey from death by superbug! When they find a single room for me I will need swabs taken to check for the bug and also an all over antiseptic wash. I tell her I'm convinced I no longer have it but of course, they have to be safe and cautious.
I must pause now, I'm being prepped for theatre. More after.
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