Tuesday, October 6, 2015

parenthood: an interview.

As the baby's late October due date approaches, we thought it would be fun to reflect on some highlights of the pregnancy process and ask ourselves some questions about parenthood:


Are you ready to be a parent?

Candice: I'm not ready for anything I do! I don't think anyone really is. I honestly can't imagine myself as a mother, or picture an infant in our apartment. But in my opinion, life happens whether you're "ready" or not. We had a lot of conversations before I got pregnant, about when to start trying and all that. And the more we talked, the more we realised that there's really no good time to have a baby. There are "better" and more convenient times for sure, but for the most part everyone has to make a sacrifice of some sort. So for me, it's not about being ready - it's being willing. And we're definitely willing!

Ben: I don't know that ready is the right word, but I do feel like I'm at the right place in my life to have kids.  I've been working for many years so am settled into my career, Candice and I have had some fun years and great adventures, just the two of us, and I'm at the age where I always felt like I would want to be when I had a baby.  I'm not sure how ready I am for the lack of sleep though...


What has been the best part of the pregnancy process so far?

Candice: The first ultrasound was one of the most surreal moments, I think. And of course, the more pregnant I became, the more I got to bond with the baby - feel her move and become familiar with her "schedule" and mannerisms. Even though it's not comfortable to get bigger and have so much weight in one place (and some others, unfortunately!), it's definitely been an experience where I feel connected to other women, in my family and all around the world. I know that sadly not everyone has this privilege, so I'm very grateful that it's been a positive journey for us thus far.

Ben: Basically from the start of the third trimester when I could feel little mooncake moving around.  There's something incredibly comforting and special with having that physical contact with baby, almost like she is reaching out to push my hand as I hold Candice's belly.  Also the outpouring of love, support and kindness from family and especially my friends and coworkers here in Melbourne.  We've been gifted so many things for baby and it's been a huge blessing for us.


How about the worst?

Ben: Being back in Washington with my family when Candice had her first overnight stay at the hospital.  I hated that feeling of helplessness, but the worst part was knowing she was alone and afraid for the health of baby and I couldn't be there for her (also the doctors and midwives didn't help by telling her to expect to have the baby right then!).  I don't think I'll be taking any more trips across the world if Candice is ever pregnant again.

Candice: Aside from the usual sickness and general pregnancy uncomfortable-ness, my experience at the hospital has been up and down. Whenever I've had questions about a symptom or concern, the midwives/doctors would either suggest that I "google it at home" (seriously), or that I go directly to the Emergency Centre the next time I had an issue. Nothing in between. My first trip to the Emergency Centre was crazy - and while it's "better to be safe than sorry" I wish there was a middle ground when it comes to monitoring.

Also, during my pregnancy a few of my friends sadly went through late miscarriages. Hearing about their experiences with loss and pain made me really sad, and also scared and angry. Miscarriage is unfortunately pretty common, and it's incredibly unfair. So I've tried to approach pregnancy with a super grateful attitude. I still want to have fun and enjoy this time of my life, but social media makes you a lot more aware of taking anything for granted - professional/personal achievements, significant others, having children, being in good health.


How has it felt being away from family and close friends during this time?

Ben: For me, it hasn't really felt that different from before we were expecting a baby.  It's been hard to be away from everyone since we left, so nothing has really changed in that respect.  I do imagine it will be harder for me once mooncake arrives though, as right now she's still in Candice and therefore "in progress" in my mind.  But soon our daughter will make her grand entrance, and I know I'll be sad that my sisters, nephews, parents and grandparents won't be able to hold her until we come visit.

Candice: Not too bad so far. I sort of have an aversion to community, so maybe things are best this way? It was nice to visit my family and old community in Michigan this past June/July, and have all that positive energy and attention for a week. But it's also nice to be somewhat anonymously pregnant in Melbourne, as I'm not a huge fan of attention all the time. I imagine once the baby is actually here, I'll miss the company of close family and our old friends. I'm definitely looking forward to my mother's visit after Christmas!

Also, a few of my university friends have known about it for a while, and they've all been very, very supportive. At first I was nervous about being pregnant in grad school, especially because most of my classmates aren't at that stage in life - but they've all been really sweet and understanding and extremely helpful. And they know it's okay to laugh at me when I struggle with zipping up my jacket..!


How do you think your overseas/expat status will affect your baby?

Candice: I guess it depends on how long we stay in Australia. Our baby might grow up identifying as an Australian, with a full Aussie accent and an undying love for Vegemite. Or we might move back to the States before she can remember anything, and it'll just be one of those fun facts she can brag to all her friends about. I hope that no matter what, being born in Melbourne is a positive experience for her.

Ben: Hopefully it'll give our baby a sense of connectedness with a larger community across the world.  Already we have family in the Philippines, Indonesia, the US, and elsewhere, so adding to that multicultural family will hopefully be a connection with Australia.  Even if we don't live here long enough for her to form many memories or be influenced much by Australia, I know that there are many elements of our life here that I will teach and share with her.

Of course, it also means baby will never be able to run for president.  So really, we are doing her a favor.


What are you looking forward to as a parent?

Candice: This is totally random - but I swear parents have this superpower to always be present at the most inappropriate times. Like in high school when I'd rent movies, my parents would always be in the other room for most of it, and when they'd come in to see what I was watching it would always be the worst scene in the whole movie. No matter what movie, if there was only one partially nude scene, or one really bad swear word - that's the only part they would see. So, I'm looking forward to exercising this power and making my child really embarrassed!

But seriously - bringing a life into this world, earning a new role as a mother and parent, and experiencing life through the eyes of a child - I'm definitely looking forward to that. And I'm really, really excited to see Ben as a father. I feel like he was always meant to be one. I personally don't think I have a real motherly personality, so I'm going to have to grow up pretty fast!

Ben: Having baby curled up asleep on my chest.  Introducing her to games like tag, airplane, hot lava, and all the other fun things I used to invent when I was a kid.  Seeing my mannerisms and elements of my personality and the personality of other family members in our baby.  Reading to her.  Experiencing the sense of wonder and amazement that baby will have when she discovers new things or sees certain things for the first time.  Hearing the stories and incredibly random questions that baby will come up with.

Also the inevitable embarrassing moments.  Such as this story my family loves to tell of me as a child: We went to a family friend's house for a visit, and upon arriving at the house I asked them if I could have something to eat.  My Dad said "Ben, it isn't polite to ask for food when you are a guest in someone's house."  I responded "Oh, I'm sorry."  Then turned back to them and asked "Can I have something to drink?"  I can't wait for these moments!


What are your primary fears for raising a child in general?

Candice: During our first ultrasound, we were told that our baby had a slightly elevated risk of Down's Syndrome due to her measurements. But whether or not she has a disability is irrelevant to me. Children get sick, they have physical and mental problems, they will get hurt, and they will always defy your expectations whether or not they're classified as "normal." Absolutely nothing is guaranteed in life. I think my greatest fear is that my child will be "normal" but grow up to do something stupid and terrible and hurt a lot of people.

Also, I don't want to be the kind of parent who thinks my children can do no wrong. I want to be able to see things clearly, and not make excuses for them when they're obviously the culprit. I'm sure I'll have my moments, but sometimes I see kids being bratty and physically/emotionally abusive, and their parents make weak excuses for their behaviour. And that's something I really hope I don't do, but who knows. Parenthood is a funny thing...

Ben: Losing our child is my greatest fear, whether it be during pregnancy or when I'm 100 years old.  But other than this greatest fear that all parents share, I'm afraid of screwing up my kids by either being too loving, not loving enough, or something in between.  I know it is a largely irrational fear, as I believe I will be a loving and supportive father, but knowing that a child's life is in your hands and that how you raise them can have a huge impact on who they become places a lot of pressure on me.  Also I'm afraid of them growing up to hate me or Candice.  I am grateful that I am still close with my parents, and I hope our baby will always be close with us.


What kinds of values do you want to instill in your child?

Candice: Not being afraid to learn or take chances, the value of hard work, and a love of theme parks, superhero characters, adventures and especially art. I also hope that our child learns respect and tolerance. We're lucky enough to come from a pretty diverse family, made up of different races and nationalities and religions of varying degrees of observance. I don't want our children to be judgmental and live sheltered lives, so hopefully coming from a diverse family will help teach them respect for others - and that we're all different, but we're also all the same.

Ben: Like my Dad instilled in me, I want our baby to experience and appreciate my values of play, adventure and the importance of discovery and imagination.  Also reading, playing music, participating in sports and being part of a community, a great sense of humor, an openness to different viewpoints and opinions, and a confidence in their beliefs and who they are.  And of course, a love of the Seahawks, Nintendo video games, and metal music.


What do you hope to take away from your own childhood when raising your baby? What are some things you might try to alter?

Candice: Many members of my extended family live in Southeast Asia, and as a result I've been an international traveler since toddlerhood. My parents always encouraged me to take international trips for school as well. So it would be nice for our children to be well-traveled from a young age, although the idea of taking small children on a 24-hour plane journey is quite daunting.

Also, as a child I was encouraged to seriously pursue a few things and keep going with them. I think that's great, but the flip side is that I never had the time to explore other areas that I might have been good at, too. For example, visual art and sports/athletics, two things I never participated in during my teen years, but ended up dabbling in only during my adult life. I want our children to be well-rounded. Even though it's fun to be "the best" at something (at least, in a small community, and usually only for a little while), sometimes when you lose your greatest ability for whatever reason, it really messes with your identity. In my experience, I've been much happier being mediocre at a bunch of things, instead of excelling in one or two. But everyone's different. I hope we're able to encourage our children to explore different interests and fields, and support them in what they decide to pursue, or not pursue.

Ben: I grew up in a very safe neighborhood, where all the kids who lived in the area would constantly be outside playing together with no adult supervision needed.  There was a great sense of community and a real vibrancy of life, and that is something I would love for our child.  The fear and closed doors of life in so many parts of the country, and the world, are such a shame and not the life I would want for our child.  I know there are terrible people out there and that you can't trust everyone, but I want to do everything I can to put us in a place where our children can have the freedom to explore in the safety of a community we trust.

I wasn't raised with any music lessons or instrument practices, and this is something I will encourage and emphasize with our baby.  Also more out-of-country travel, as I hardly travelled when I was growing up and was quite sheltered for most of my life (and largely still am).  I also never had a dog as a kid, but as soon as we are in a house we'll be getting a dog to help raise baby. :)


And finally, any thoughts on raising a girl?

Candice: I'm really happy about it! I'm a girl-firstborn, and Ben was raised in a family that has one, so it's what we're used to. And of course, having the first girl grandchild on Ben's side is really special. Of course there are some concerns. I know firsthand that being a girl comes with a lot of double standards in this society, and in many places around the world it can be dangerous to be female. Issues like self-esteem and bullying, the victim-blaming culture, endless debates about women's healthcare, and inequality in the workplace are all really unfortunate and disappointing. But I think there's definitely a rising culture of awareness that is shedding light on so many of these issues, and I hope that things are at least a little bit better by the time our daughter reaches school-age.

Ben: I'm thrilled!  As Candice said, having the first girl in the family is really exciting and it feels normal to have a girl first since I have an older sister.  I've spent lots of time playing and wrestling with my nephews who are high energy and love to roughhouse, and I'm excited to share those experiences with our daughter, as well as discover the many other things she'll be into (which hopefully includes reading all the fantasy books in my collection, since Candice has no interest in them).  That said, I do feel some pressure having the first girl in the family, and it will be difficult to keep the family from spoiling her with pink stuff, but mostly I'm grateful and can't wait to meet her.

As for the many concerns Candice raised, those won't be an issue as our daughter will never leave the house at night (or at all during her teenage years), and I'll make it a rule that I accompany her on any dates.  Either that or we'll just move to Antarctica.

Candice: Sure Ben, sure...

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Saturday, September 19, 2015

bye bye winter.

It's finally Spring in Melbourne! It's still relatively chilly outside, but we're definitely looking forward to warmer weather, and hopefully no more head colds! I think this has been the most sick we've been as a married couple, partially because I can't take a lot of medicines (like my beloved echinacea) while pregnant.
my specialty "ugh we're both sick again" breadball soup.
I also made another trip to the Emergency Care centre, a little over a month ago. Apparently having a low-lying and posterior placenta is not the best thing in pregnancy, and neither is bleeding. Fortunately I only had to stay in the hospital one night (although they wanted me to stay for two), and I was very grateful that Ben was around this time to hang out with me during visiting hours so I could win all the card games.
hospital fun.
It was also our 2nd wedding anniversary, which was uneventful per usual.
an evolution of the past few August 31sts
We also got to celebrate Melbourne Day, the "180th birthday of Melbourne" (although I'm sure there's some controversy there). It's not a well-known holiday (most of our local friends had no idea), and I'd only heard about it through twitter. The Docklands put on a festival, which we assumed would see a fair to moderate turnout like they usually do - but it was in fact a zoo in our normally zombie-apocalypse-esque neighbourhood. Food trucks, fair booths, events at the library, and people crowding around the performance stage to see (apparently) famous bands rocking out.
flags! free flags!
It also happened to be a really really sunny day, a lot warmer than any other day in the season. We're definitely looking forward to (hopefully) many more warm days this season!
sunshiiiine
CK

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Pre-Baby Post-Birthday Mid-Summer Trip Home to Seattle

What a difference a year makes.  A year ago I was back in Washington for my best mate Randall's wedding, catching up with old college friends and family, and still getting used to being an expat.  This year I travelled home to meet my new nephew Hudson and spend a bit of quality time with family and friends before our own family grows a bit larger (and a whole lot more cute!).  Instead of stories about work and fun Australian expressions, I was sharing stories of ultrasounds, baby name ideas, and constantly explaining why our baby won't be an Australian citizen.  Oh and lots and lots of apologising that we are having the baby in Melbourne (sorry family - we hope you come visit!).

mom, Saralyn and me on the ferry
My arrival was wonderful - lots of hugs from Mom, Saralyn and Amare, then a trip to Qdoba for some queso dip.  I wanted to get some exercise after spending a day on a plane, so after lunch we headed to Green Lake and spent the afternoon walking around the lake enjoying the beautiful weather.  That night we had dinner at Lindsay and Ryan's and I finally got to hug and hold my new nephew!  It was such a joy to finally have some time with Hudson, to show him that the best uncles have beards, and to get some much needed practice at cleaning up lots of spit-up.  Keeping in touch through video calls works with my older nephews and helps me feel connected with them, but with a baby it's all about the holding, bouncing, and snuggling, so I'm glad I could finally enjoy some time with him.
finally hanging out with little Hudson!
visiting Grandma Sally
with Lindsay and Ryan
enjoying the sunshine with Saralyn and Amare
someone might be jealous of my birthday presents...
with mom at home
The next two days were packed with activities, from a visit with Grandma Sally, happy hour with my good friends and co-workers in downtown Seattle, a delicious bagel breakfast with Aliza in Capitol Hill (which is all decked out with lots of colourful rainbow sidewalks), back home to Dad's house on Whidbey for a walk in the woods, spending some quality time catching up with Somer, and a delicious dinner out with Dad and Sarri at a great new Asian restaurant.  I even took the bus for the first time since I moved away and got stuck in terrible I-5 traffic, which I realised I don't miss at all!
Capitol Hill
reunited with Romeo at dad's house
On Saturday Dad took me out on his boat to explore Cypress Island, one of the many islands that form part of the San Juans.  Despite constant rain almost the entire day on Whidbey, the weather on the water was excellent.  Our first stop at Cypress Island was a quiet, secluded harbour where we had lunch and were greeted to visits from seals, a harbour porpoise, and bald eagles soaring among the trees.  The rest of the afternoon was spent cruising around the island, and on the way back Dad took us through Deception Pass, where I was able to get some great photos of the bridge as we cruised underneath it.  It was so peaceful being on the water, and to be surrounded by so much wildlife.  Thanks for the great adventure Dad!

Deception Pass
me and dad
The rest of my trip included more brunches and happy hours with friends, my belated birthday celebration and baby shower (mooncake got lots of adorable outfits and mooncake's 31-year young dad got lots of Ninja Turtles stuff and his favourite game, Cards Against Humanity!  Also thanks for all the awesome toys Caiden!!), and of course shopping to stock up on toiletries and clothes.  Mom and I also took Caiden and Amare to the zoo, which was a blast.  We had such a great time seeing all the animals, especially the massive brown bear that decided to take a swim right in front of us.
at the zoo with the nephews
hello brown bear!
The trip home was really special and it was great to see so many friends and spend so much time with the family.  It was also bittersweet as it reminded me how fast kids grow.  Hudson is already 5 months old, a cute, babbling and pudgy baby who is well on his way to becoming a talking and walking toddler by the next time I see him.  Amare and Caiden keep getting bigger and more independent, and they are beginning to interact with me more as little men and less like little boys.  For months before my trip Amare kept asking me to come over to see his house and help him beat a level on Super Mario Galaxy 2 that he has been stuck on.  Being a man of my word, I went to his house and helped him beat the level.  On the drive home, I was struck by how he has grown.  Now he's old enough to remember specific parts of games and isn't at the age anymore where he just puts down a game if it's too hard and does something else.  He works at them until he can beat them, or he seeks help when he can't.  And he not only remembers that I promised to help him, but he holds me to that promise.  Gone are the days of saying "we can wrestle tomorrow buddy" knowing he probably won't remember.  Now he and Caiden remember and they make sure I don't forget.  It's exciting to see how they continue to grow, and I feel so loved and overwhelmed that even though I only see them once a year, I'm still the center of their world for those few days I get to spend with them.
Perhaps that's a small example of what it's like to be a father.  To be looked up to, trusted, loved and the focus of a child's life all the time.  What an amazing feeling that must be.
getting ready...
Thank you Washington, for the great weather, beautiful scenery, and the excellent craft beer.  Thank you Qdoba for still making good queso dip.  Most importantly, thank you to my loving family and friends for all the great memories, laughs, hugs and for making time to spend with me.  I miss you all very much and can't wait for my next visit (this time with Candice and our baby!).  Go Hawks!
birthday celebration with the family
-BK

Saturday, August 1, 2015

my night at the hospital!

*disclaimer* 
this is a long post, and it contains icky stuff about hospital procedures and pregnancy. you've been warned! :)
I'm entering my third trimester of pregnancy, which means doing a lot of fun stuff. Like the Glucose Tolerance Test (GTT). The GTT is currently mandatory for pregnant women at around weeks 26-28. It tests for gestational diabetes, which can be really bad if not treated properly, and requires drinking a really sugary drink and having your blood drawn. In the States, everyone takes a short one-hour test, and whoever doesn't pass it is given a three-hour version for further diagnosis.

Apparently in Australia, everyone is given a two-hour GTT. It's pretty intense (fast for 10 hours, get blood drawn, drink 75g of sugar in 5 minutes, get blood drawn again after one hour, then more blood after two hours) and my first experience was really bad. I don't do well with fasting, or blood draws, and certainly not with drinking the sugary equivalent of two cans of Coke on an empty stomach and slight blood loss. I didn't even make it to the second blood draw before I re-enacted the iconic scene from "The Exorcist" in the waiting room, in the presence of over a dozen fellow GTT women trying desperately not to replicate my fate (sorry, ladies!). And apparently if you toss your cookies mid-test, it ruins everything and you have to do it all over again the following week. And again, if you fail the second attempt too. Yuck.

Anyway, the morning of GTT attempt #2, I noticed a little dark discharge down there. A small bit. I'd been spotting on and off for the past few months, which the doctors had at first said was pretty normal. But during my most recent prenatal checkup the doctor had suggested I visit the Emergency Centre for testing if it happened again, as I have a low-lying placenta and I'm further along in the pregnancy. So I figured if I got through the GTT in one piece, I'd already be in the neighbourhood for a quick visit to the centre.
glucose. yum.
I made it all the way through my second GTT, which felt like a huuuuuge accomplishment (it was really hard, requiring lots of meditating and heavy breathing and squirming around in awkward positions). Afterwards I crawled away from the waiting room and replenished myself with granola bars in the hospital lobby, and estimated that I had about three hours to kill before class. Perfect for a little visit to Emergency - enough time for the doctor to look at my discharge, do some quick testing, smile and tell me it was no big deal.

The receptionists listened to my situation and said it was probably fine, but that they always encourage pregnant women to be looked at just in case. A midwife took my vitals, listened to the baby's heartbeat, then led me up to the birthing centre for some fetal monitoring.
baby HR monitor
An hour later a doctor came to my room to give me the details. "Well you're not actively bleeding, but your placenta was low at your last scan, and if it hasn't moved up by now it could be a bad thing. So, we'll give you an ultrasound and if things are fine, you can go today - but if not, we'll have to keep you overnight..."

"Sure, but I think everything's probably fine," I said. "Do you think I'll get to go soon? I have a class in a few hours..."

"Okay... I'm going to say there's an 80 to 90 per cent chance you'll be here overnight. We'll most likely need to monitor you."

My face immediately displayed a look of REGRET REGRET REGRET for coming in at all, and the doctor consoled me with: "Look, coming here was the right thing to do. I know you were probably just looking for reassurance that everything is okay, but this could be serious."

They hooked me up to a heartbeat monitor, spent multiple attempts trying to find a big enough vein in my hand to insert an IV cannula ("mandatory for all prenatal bleeding situations" also it hurt! so bad!), and started preparing an injection of steroids.

"Steroids?" I asked. "What for?"

"These will help the baby's lungs expand, in case it were to be born soon, like today."

Ummmmm no. NO NO NO.

"My baby is the size of a cucumber!" I cried. "I am not ready to be a mother today. Of a cucumber-sized baby. I mean, I will probably feel the same way when it's full-term and the size of a jackfruit, but..."

"Well, if you have placenta praevia you'll need a C-section, and probably an early one too. So even if you don't give birth today, this could help in the future. I mean, you never know - we just had a pregnant woman come in today with some bleeding, so we just induced her and she had her baby just fine... Anyway, this is going to hurt, so wiggle your toes..." The midwife stabbed my bottom with a big needle of really painful steroids. I saved my tears for after she left the room.

I should probably now mention that throughout this whole ordeal, Ben was out of the country for his annual Seattle trip. I did not hesitate to text him and our families and some friends about the situation. I was alone! At the hospital! For no reason, it seemed! I wanted sympathy.

I spent a few hours stranded in the birthing centre room, watching the batteries on my phone dwindle as I started responding to local friends' requests to come visit, fielding questions from my mother and in-laws, and trying to reassure Ben that I wasn't dying but at the same time not incredibly thrilled. I felt bad because I'd probably ruined his last day of the visit, and he was thousands of miles away feeling really terrible. But he was scheduled to come home in a few days anyway, which was fortunate.

My ultrasound showed that the placenta wasn't covering anything crucial, but it was still a few millimeters from a safe distance for a natural birth. It was most likely the reason behind my spontaneous discharge episodes, but no clots or terrible things that would need further care.

"So... I can go home, right?" I asked the midwife who wheeled me out of the ultrasound room back to the birthing centre.

"No, we've got a bed for you upstairs in the ward. The doctors still want to monitor you overnight."

Once I got situated in my new room, I texted some Uni friends with my room information (and sheepish requests for things like a toothbrush, bubble tea and a spare iPhone charger since my phone was at 1% battery...), then sat down in bed, trying to reassess the situation. I tried to feel concerned about the baby, but all I could think about were trivial things. Like how I'd be missing two classes from the first week of the semester, and I hated feeling left behind. And also I'd borrowed a DVD from the library that was about to be overdue, so I called the library and begged for a day of grace - not because I was concerned about the fine $ per se, but because the movie had been so horrible I couldn't stand the thought of paying actual money to have seen it. These were the kinds of "pressing needs" I was concerned about.
the view from my hospital room.
I felt like a terrible mother, or future-mother, or whatever I was and am. "Better to be safe than sorry!" and "It's the best thing for your baby!" kept running through my head, clashing with other thoughts like "I just want to go home!" and "This is ridiculous, nothing is wrong!" and I didn't even want to think about whether or not our insurance would cover any of this.

Fortunately, my Uni friends were amazing and came to visit and prevent me from going crazy. A million thanks to Liam for bringing a bag of novels and his extra phone charger (probably the most necessary necessity ever), and to Kate and Megan for bringing bubble tea, toiletries and snacks. They listened patiently to my tales of woe and filled me in on class stuff and gossip. Visiting hours were over at 8 (for partners too - so even if Ben had been in town, he would have had to leave at 8!), so I settled in for the evening soon after. I was in a shared room curtained off in the middle, which was weird - being there with someone else who probably actually deserved all the crazy medical attention. I still felt fine. My baby was moving (a lot, probably still on a sugar high from the GTT). And I wasn't actively bleeding.
friends to the rescue!
I tried to find sleeping positions that wouldn't aggravate my IV cannula or annoy my baby, which wasn't easy. I slept a few hours here and there, then finally just woke up early and took a bunch of mindless BuzzFeed quizzes. Breakfast was delivered, and a midwife came to check on the baby's vitals. Another midwife sat down with me to explain everything about delivering a 27-week old baby, and went through a huge packet of information about procedures and survival rates and chances of disability. Then a doctor came by to tell me that I'd probably need to stay a second night, perhaps even over the weekend, but time would tell... (!!) I could not believe it. I got another steroid shot for the baby's lungs, cried some more, and replied to more Uni friends who wanted to come visit.
at least there was Vegemite!
Tejasvi came armed with snacks and more bubble tea, and kept me company during another baby monitoring session. And then a doctor came in to tell me the good news: there were no more pressing concerns, so they were going to discharge me. Discharge! Discharge! The magical word I'd been waiting for, and ironically the same word that had gotten me into this whole situation in the first place. I was given instructions to "take it easy and don't lift heavy things," and that my next prenatal appointment would be moved up a week to discuss any test results.

Ali came to visit armed with magazines and fun conversation, until I was given my discharge papers and the green light to go home. Then Tejasvi helped me carry my stuff out of the room and hailed a taxi to take us back to my place. I owe my friends a million times over.
more company!
So. Everything seems fine, for now. The whole overnight visit felt very unnecessary, but at the same time I guess it's best to err on the side of caution. If I hadn't followed up on the bleeding and it had been a serious issue, I never would have forgiven myself if something had happened to the baby.

It also wasn't lost on me, the privilege of being in a part of the world where even the smallest prenatal concern led to the hospital actually taking me seriously (very. very. seriously.). I know that this isn't the case for so many other people in the world, women especially. And so for that I am very grateful.

So, thanks to all the doctors and midwives for being careful and thorough with my situation. And a huge thank you to all my friends and family for keeping me company, whether in person with treats and hugs and stories to laugh at, or online with concerned questions and reassurance that it was better to be safe than sorry. Hopefully the next time I end up staying overnight at the hospital will be in three months, when Ben is in town, when the baby is actually ready to meet us... and when I'm maybe a little more prepared to become a mother.
CK

p.s. Also thank you library, for the day of grace on my overdue DVD. I didn't end up having to pay a cent for the stupidity of watching the travesty that was "50 Shades of Gray".....