I am bored, bored out of my skull, I’m in hospital you see and my lack of Dutch communication skills is stopping me from having a good old chin wag with the preggo lady next to me,
that and the fact she’s throwing up every 5 minutes.

I’ve had a lot of pain recently and yesterday it got progressively worse twinned with me bar thing all night long, not a pretty picture, certainly not when you’ve absolutely crap pelvic floors too.
I was admitted this morning just for monitoring, bubs was grand and kicking away, scan was good.
So I was discharge, as I was here I thought I’d pop to the pharmacy to get some more insulin. It was here it went Pete tong, I felt a bit hot bit dizzy so I left to get some air. BLANK!

The next thing I’m surrounded by a group of Dutch people “mevrouw, mevrouw are you ok” or Dutch words to that effect. I’m fine I say, looking at them like I’d just left the pub. The next thing I’m being wheeled to A&E, I did a full circuit of the hospital today, I get handed a cup of Vla, which is Dutch custard and told not to go to to sleep. I wanted to sleep I could of slept forever!

EPD turns up with a poorly LPV, we were only there last night with him due to raging temps, “poor Mammy, poor Mammy” he’s saying as when I saw them I burst into tears. My poor husband he’s been up and down to this hospital like a blue as fly.

It quite intimidating being in foreign hospital, I know I live here but it’s scary, I don’t speak the language, I don’t get their bedside manner, although I cannot fault the care and attention I’ve had today, but it makes me realize how much we all take the beloved NHS for granted.

Yes it’s battered and bruised but its there still going strong for you, and it has been for years. You moan, however if you seen behind the scenes for one day, the exhausted nurse, that hasn’t peed’d or eaten all day, ok your ward needs sweeping but spare a thought the cleaner she/he has probably got about 7 or 8 to clean due to cut backs.
The system here is ran on insurance, which is good in a sense too, I think sometimes it would benefit the UK too.

However it’s not until something like this happens you realize how hard the life is you choose, no one to mind the wee man so hubs can’t stay with me, family frustrated and worried as they’re not here. Then you have the gems of friends that drop off a lasagne on your door step so your not stressed about what’s going on at home.

Still I have 4 more sleeps until my parents and Aunty arrive for Christmas, I’m not sure if we’ll have a turkey mind you we were supposed to pick it up today!!

Blog it for babies week

Do you believe in Angels????? I do, sometimes they come in human form too, Mammasaurus is an Angel, this week she’s traveling the length of the UK to raise money & awareness for the Save the Children’s build it for babies campaign. I used to work in NICU, this very NICU to be precise, I’m feeling immense joy and really proud to say I was part of the team once.

Did you know

  • Nearly 8% (1 in 13) of live births are born preterm
  • 89% of singleton babies born extremely preterm are of very low birthweight, whereas fewer than 1% of those born at term are
  • 93% of preterm births occur after 28 weeks of gestation, but 6% occur between 22 and 27 weeks, and just under 1% occur before 22 weeks.
  • Preterm birth occurs in 5–10% of all birth in resource-rich countries. In recent years the incidence seems to have increased in some countries, particularly the USA, where it was nearly 13% in 2005.
  • Approximately half of twin pregnancies are preterm[vii] [viii].

Stats via Tommy’s

Thank goodness we have units like Southmead the care and dedication of the staff is second to none however some babies born into the world both term and preterm are not so lucky, that’s when Blog it for babies kicks in. Did you know a resuscitation kit only cost 29 quid, just imagine how many we could buy if everyone who read this post donated £1 via text.

My wee man was premature, only 5 weeks but it was still a worry, my waters broke in the swimming pool so I had the added worry about infection. I called Expatdaddy who brought me to the hospital and didn’t get lost this time, we lived in Dubai so everything was glamorous. We drove in our 4×4, valet parked and I was admitted to a private room, I had the best equipment and I didn’t have one single worry that the didn’t have enough for me. LPV spent a couple of days on special care to stabilize his sugars.

Why can’t every mother have the experience of a clean safe place to give birth

Why should we just restrict it to the UK C’mon Dutchies I’m donating, you should too!!!!!