We made it! 🙂 Baby and I had since moved on to the obstetric ward after passing the 24th week of gestation. Prior to that I was in the general ward catering to all women’s sickness + pregnancy cases below 24 weeks of gestation.
24th week is the “week of viability” – according to the medical world. Next hurdles are 28th and thereafter 30th, 32nd and 34th week… I am really counting the days, hrs, minutes even! Time do flies (I have been here for 4 weeks already!); but sometimes I feel that it crawls! Especially on days when I am really really bored of reading another book or sleeping!
Anyhow, just wanna share about a “life-in-a-hospital” from my eyes/ears (‘cos I can’t see through my drawn privacy curtains half the time; my ears have been trained to “see” things!). The hospital is a really interesting place…..
1) Meals: We are served 6 meals a day here. Made up of breakfast, morning tea (only barley water), lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and night snack (always a milo and wheat biscuits). No pictures to share – ‘cos I am so bored of the food (unlike my first stay at TMC). After 3 weeks of Chinese food selection, I decided to change to Muslim food selection for a change of variety. Guessed what.. one of the hospital food assistant who delivers meals kept staring at my name tag and finally couldn’t take it and asked me “ Are you a Muslim convert?” I am so amused.. guessed maybe I am pretty much the only Chinese asking for Muslim meals here or my skin is too dark!
2) Interesting patients:
Patient J: She was my first next-bed neighbour in Ward 43. A 40+ auntie who converse mainly in English. She was touted a “nightmare” to almost all nurses and doctors! On my first day there, the same young doctor who attended to me made some faces to me before entering her “cubicle” (trying to say she is a pain in the neck!). Nurses have also in turn made faces whenever they went to attend to her countless and almost unreasonable requests. J always has something to pick at and something “extra” for the nurses, doctors and attendants to do!
Lo and behold! She is a self-professing Christian too! After knowing I am one too; she asked me if I know the pastors personally.. I say.. hmm.. yes – maybe some indirectly but not too personally. She lamented that her pastor doesn’t know her “personally”! aiyo.. she is one complain queen! But she became a friend to me; even after I shifted to another room. She came by to tell me stories, bring me the regular newspapers and also informed me when she was going to be discharged!
One week later, my mum saw the same Patient J in Chinatown, wearing a mini-skirt, sexy top, high heels and havoc makeup – going for a Chinese doctor’s appointment. 🙂 Did I mentioned that she was requesting to stay in the hospital longer or be transferred to a community hospital – which she was rejected. 🙂
Patient T: She is my opposite-bed neighbour in the new Ward 32. Suffering the similar predicament as me; she also has premature rupture of membranes (PROM). She has been here 2 weeks earlier than me. I am not a sadist but it is comforting to know that I am not the only “permanent resident” here. 🙂 We have since became friends who don’t talk! ‘cos both of us are confined to our beds; interaction are left to our husbands and mothers! I have been eating more veg food (thanks to her) ‘cos she is a vegetarian (sharing common interest as my mum!). There are many exchanges of food, information and maybe just that comfort that we are in the same situation……
Patient C: A pregnant women with twins from an IVF process became my neighbour for a few days. She came in for monitoring ‘cos one of the twins wasn’t growing well. I played a “counsellor” to her; comforting her and telling her that I have been here for 4 weeks already so she is much better off!
BUT actually, she isn’t worried about her babies. She just didn’t want to stay in the hospital because it frightens her that the next time she leave this place she will be bringing her babies home. She complained that she didn’t have time to put up the nursery properly! That’s why she kept insisting of going home. Hmm… Kim and I have already “resigned” to the fact that we won’t be able to get anything ready for baby to go home.. ‘cos we just need baby to be delivered safely and healthy first…. So I can’t really comprehend how she can just think of the nursery and not her little twins!
Anyway, in the end – she still signed an indemnity form (so that the hospital won’t get into trouble) and got herself out of the hospital…. I actually don’t understand how she might want to jeopardise the safety of her twins by not listening to the drs. Anyhow, she came over to say thanks and bye. All the best, C. 🙂
OK.. enough typing before I over-strained myself. Right now, please continue to pray for the rainbow after the rain. 🙂