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Thursday 9th March and Friday 10th March 2006:

Well I’ve had an interesting day.

My mum picked me up yesterday morning and brought me back to Kent. We did a spot of shopping and I picked up my latest batch of various drugs from Boots, then we headed to my mum’s local hospital where she had an appointment for a colonoscopy (my mum has Crohn’s Disease, similar to the condition I have called Colitis.) I waited for a couple of hours whilst she went in for her procedure and then ran her home – she kept saying the sedative hadn’t affected her but she looked drunk, kept walking into things and asked me if I knew how to drive! Very amusing.

We had a quiet night in front of the telly and I really really really really missed Hubby, it was horrible being apart, I really hate it. I had a small glass of wine to help me sleep and it worked a treat, I only woke up twice in the night to take Gavisgon and go to the loo.

Today I went over to my sister’s place to meet her new pet rabbit (Wilf) and guinea pig (Moggie). They were absolutely adorable and they liked sitting on top of my bump and snuggling. In fact Moggie got so cosy and comfortable that he weed all over me!! It was hilarious and luckily I had a clean change of clothes with me. Bless the little blighter.

My sister then ran me to my midwife clinic in Wanstead for my appointment. Now, I must just explain that ever since I met my community midwife she has been less than friendly. At first I thought it was just me, but then I realised all of the community midwifes in that clinic are equally horrid. Today was an amazing example: my appointment was at 1.30pm. We arrived in Wanstead at 1pm, a bit early, so we had a quick wander around the shops and headed to the clinic for about 1.15pm. The door to the clinic was locked so we knocked and the door was answered by a woman:
Woman: “Yes?”
Me: “Hello! We’re in for a midwife appointment.”
Evil woman: *looks at us like we had just turned up naked with pencils stuck up our noses and speaking martian* “But we are closed every day between 12.30 and 1.30pm”
Me: “Oh, yes sorry, my appointment is at 1.30pm.”
Evil woman: “But we are closed every day between 12.30 and 1.30pm”
Me: (slightly confused by this point) “Oh ok, we’ll just wait here until 1.30pm then.” (Bearing in mind I am eight months pregnant and standing in the pouring rain.)
Evil woman: *huge sigh* “Well I SUPPOSE if you don’t want to go and get a cup of tea somewhere you can come and wait on the bench in the hallway.”
(Hello?!!! It’s pouring with rain, there’s no café within a five minute walk so by the time we got there we’d have to come back again, I am enormously pregnant and I am only a F&%*ING TEN MINUTES EARLY!!!!!)
She begrudgingly let us in to wait in a drafty hallway outside the toilet. Quite why we couldn’t go into the waiting room opposite, which was warm and totally empty, I have no idea. Eventually somebody else walked past and asked if we were waiting to see a midwife, when we said yes she said that we were welcome to use the usual waiting room rather than sitting in the corridor.
So we sat happily chatting and looking at my notes in the waiting room until we got called in about 20 minutes later. The midwife, not my usual one, was still eating her lunch and said “What time was your appointment exactly?” I explained it was at 1.30pm (ten minutes ago thank you very much) and she disappeared to finish her lunch and left the student midwife to do all the checks whilst intermittently walking in and out munching and making comments.

I really don’t understand the attitude of these women, midwifery is supposed to be a caring profession. The midwives at the hospital are all absolutely lovely, but the community midwives are just a bunch of miserable and rude women. I feel sorry for them, it must be awfully hard work to be THAT horrid all the time. Fortunately I don’t have to go back for another two weeks and, even more fortunately, I am having my baby in my nearest hospital, which falls under a different Borough, so none of my community midwives will be there – thank goodness. I can’t imagine a worse bunch of people to have present during labour. It’s a shame that they think they can spend their days being horrible to perfectly nice and normal women who are supposed to be enjoying a positive pregnancy experience. God, it makes me so ANGRY.

I’m going to have to go and eat some chocolate now…grrr!

last five:
Five Months Old - Friday 1st September 2006
10 Weeks and 3 Days Old - 2006-06-12
Lillia Charlotte arrives - 31st March 2006
Week 39-Monday-Wednesday - Monday 20th March-Wednesday 22nd March 2006
Week 38 - Wednesday-Sunday - Wednesday 15th March-Sunday 19th March 2006

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