One thing that this pregnancy has been consistent with is that it is consistently eventful. Be it the threatened miscarriage, flu, 20 week scare the byjaysus out of us scan, diagnosis of cleft lip, diagnosis of dilated kidney, contracting uterus. So it should have not have been a surprise to me when I woke on a Friday morning 35 weeks pregnant with signs that I was in labour. Are you kidding...... I was screaming at the universe in my head and the tone of the conversation is not suitable for the public domain. I never once stopped and thought that I would have to deal with a pre-term baby or that this baby would have to deal with the challenge of pre-term. Seriously, I am not impressed at all...... Thank God for friends who just jumped in and took care of Seán and Kai while Mark and I took off to Queen Mary Hospital. I was scared, very scared, scared that my wee man would be set yet another challenge that may come with being pre-term. I am sure that it was this fear that shot my blood pressure up which immediately caused alarm amongst the nurses. As it happened we had an appointment in QMH to meet with the urologist about Bryo's kidney. Our OB consultant arrived asked for us to come meet with him - Mark's thick Northern Irish accent came out as he put his red hand of Ulster up telling her where to go..... I could see he was stressed and why wouldn't he. I had a quick look around thinking to myself - 'gas and air for Daddy'!!! Thankfully the labour didn't progress but it now feels like a time bomb - any moment this wee man will be coming - I need to go home and pack my hospital bag!
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