I WAS NERVOUS.
namely because my imagination is VIVID.
and going there was going to activate it.
just kept picturing myself there THAT DAY.
and how freaked out i'm going to be.
and how i have NO idea what to expect, no one really does.
Truly expected to hear women freaking out the moment we entered the maternity wing of the hospital. but all we really saw were dads. happy, exhausted, shell shocked dads. new moms must have been tucked away in their rooms with new babies. freaking out (if they're anything like me). holy surreal.
very very vocal breast feeding advocate guide told us the hospital food at THIS hospital is REALLY good. that her parents ASK to come & eat there.
my 1st question: we CAN bring in our own eats, right?
then the tour chick took us into a typical room. sure, i've been in one of these rooms prior, but not with the purpose of seeing where i myself would be soon. i hadn't taken note of the style of bed in such a room (yeah those aren't arm rests). the rolling baby bed, any of it.
and speaking of that baby bed, she seemed to think we shouldn't use it all that much while there. that we should have the baby laying on us for temperature regulation almost ALL the time. somebody is going to be CRABBY if that's the case. yes, yes, in love. but CRABBY.
the tour guide said they'd gone out of their way to make such rooms homey and hotel like. uh, WHAT hotel? putty walls aren't homey, lady. nor is one piece of horribly framed "art". at least there was a window. i'd die without a window.
she said on average, we'd be in the delivery room 12-15 hours at most. then, once all was totally stable, moved to a regular room in the maternity ward.
give birth the natural, horrifically scary way- you're in for 48 hours.
legitimately surgical c-section birth? 72 hours.
does that time fly by?
or will we be scratching the walls, dying to get out
and begin our new normal?