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07 April 2003
 
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The baby didn't move all weekend, so we went to the hospital. Mrs Kwacky and little kwacky were monitored. Little Kwacky's heart rate was very high, reaching up to 180 bpm at times but there was no movement. Sam saw about 3 midwives, 3 doctors and a consultant. She was put on a drip and given antibiotics just in case the wee one had an infection. Blood and urine samples were taken. The combination of the high heart rate and no movement worried the hosptial staff. One doctor said "you probably can't feel any movement because you have a lot of fluid". This expert opinion was based on the size of Mrs Kwacky's bump. The scan machine came, the doctor changed her mind "oh, it's a large baby isn't it?"

Sam started to tell me where everything was in the house in case she stayed over night. A midwife overheard "don't take any of the baby stuff out, bring it along"!!!

They were talking about a c-section. The "Nil by Mouth" sign went up on her door.

A scan, another machine, more tests.

They finally decided to keep Mrs Kwacky in overnight to check on progress. If need be, they could induce. Great.

I got to bed at about 1 this morning. Neither of us slept.

In the morning the little tyke started to wriggle about (must be tough when you've got your head firmly wedged in someone's pelvis). More tests, another machine, a new type of scan. This one was so detailed it allowed them to watch the blood flow. Heart rate at 160 bpm. Still high but improved. Little kwacky could be seen mouthing something, probably "bugger off, I'm trying to sleep". All fingers and toes are there. Nothing amiss by all accounts. 6 and half pounds at the moment.

"Do you want to go home and feel miserable or stay here and feel miserable?"

"I think I prefer to be at home" opined Mrs Kwacky (or was that pined?")

So, she came home. Then slept. For 6 hours.

No baby yet, but, just like it's dad, making itself known.





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