The past 9 days have been a whirlwind. I have been really ill and only just realising that now I'm feeling better. Having a baby in NICU is more complicated than I ever imagined.
There's been 850 emotions.
There will be a few blog posts on all these experiences once I process it all.
For now, it's the absurd moments that are sticking with me.
Each night my blood pressure has been spiking, which means that a doctor and midwife have to sit next to my bed and give me IV meds to bring it down. And then they measure it until it does. So this usually begins just as I'm ready to go to sleep.
The first night it happened it was scary, everyone rushed around in a panic. As it happened night after night, the same doctors came and everyone was a bit more relaxed, except for the midwives experiencing it for the first time with me.
We now have casual talks, watch TV, gossip about what's happening in the hospital.
The staff have come out with some ridiculous comments in the boredom of the night, that have me shaking my head.
"your c-section scar is really pretty"
"I like movies with black people in it, they are always good"
"you need a little dog to walk, that will help your blood pressure. Just don't take it to Cafe Bones"
"8am is just too early for a glass of wine"
I just lie in my bed and say "Ok".
They keep asking why I haven't gone mad from sleep deprivation as they wake me every hour to measure my blood pressure, but having two kids who don't sleep has prepared me.
Though I'm sure my blood pressure jumps each time a strange person walks in and grabs my arm when I'm deep asleep.
It's a weird little bubble to be living in.