Small was just told that if he’d finished eating, he should go get ready for bed. He came running into the living room, then stopped, looking slightly confused. “If you’re going to get ready for bed, you need to go to the bedroom” I said, and he jogged out again.
Hohum. But that’s the end of the day, I really need to start at the beginning.
Didn’t do a lot this morning, and the children were being scared of outdoors as the lovely blue sky and warm sun has disappeared. They were watching Harry Potter. Again. And I had a consultant’s appt at the hospital at 1.45, which is an awkward time to work around, so I went on my own.
Was obviously slightly late for my appointment as the car parking prices at the hospital have gone up, and to celebrate this, approx half the ticket machines are wearing red jackets labelled ‘Not in use’. This left one machine theoretically operational in the maternity area carpark, but as there were jacketed security guards clustered round its open innards, it wasn’t looking hopeful. So I had to hotfoot it over to the next carpark, and join the queue of other flustered carparkers to get my ticket.
I was maybe 2 minutes late. And I was the first appt. They hadn’t taken anyone else in ahead of me, so why was there a delay in seeing me? The midwives were happy to enlighten me, apparently it was really cold in their room, so they’d had to go off and get tea and coffee to keep warm. Seriously, that’s what she said. And then sat there and drank it in front of me – wafting coffee scent in front of me a few weeks ago would have been dangerous, now I just thought it was impolite.
Anyway, they then performed a very annoying double act, was starting to wish I’d said I did mind when asked if it was OK for there to be a student midwife in there. They debated the current dietary guidelines, and came to the conclusion that it’s up to me, but the advice is to avoid all nuts during pregnancy, not just peanuts if there’s an allergy risk. Apparently this is not to avoid sparking allergies, but so that when you do expose the children to nuts it’s out of the womb and you can keep an eye on what happens whereas if the first reaction is internal as it were you don’t get to watch. Which was a new one on me. She suggested I use the internet when I get home, and I have, and can find nothing to back this assertion up. Slightly annoyed by that tbh.
After that we listened to the heartbeat – rapid swishing sounds heard on first application of paddly thing. Then I got to go and sit in another part of the waiting room and wait some more.
The consultant was very matter of fact. She doesn’t consider the miscarriages a risk factor at this stage as they were all early, I’ve got the same partner as I had for live births (guess they count more than having him for the miscarriages then?) and the nuchal test came back low risk. Is that one an indicator for miscarriage then? Didn’t know that. So her sole concession to my midwife’s concern (which I think was more of a belt and braces than anything else anyway) was to book an appt for a 28 week growth scan. Which doesn’t sound like such a bad idea when you think about how big Small was at birth anyway.
So with that all organised, I came home again.
A couple of hours to go until Brownies, and by now they’d done some playing outside and got on to Horrible Histories on tv instead. Quite like that, although it is factoids rather than anything joined up.
Took Big to Brownies at which part my carefully coordinated evening fell apart. Tim goes for a drink with his brother on a Weds, and we’d agreed that he would pick Big up at 7.15 on his way back. Except that Brownies was finishing at 7 tonight, as it was Brown Owl’s 20th wedding anniversary and her family were taking her out for dinner. Bother. This meant I would have to drag Small out with me.
Never mind. Asked him to get ready with plenty of time to spare, then headed into the bathroom for my going out wee to discover that I needed to do some cleaning first, and that included the boy. Aargh. Suddenly the safety margin evaporated, and by the time we’d messed around finding clean clothes I ended up towing him at a jog down the road in an effort to be there on time. And no, I don’t know why I didn’t just take the car either.
Got there just in time and picked Big up without recognising friend C, who has now had haircut to a similar style to Big’s. Hm. Single White Female anyone? 😉 Walked at a more measured pace back home, which may have been a mistake as it meant that Small had enough breath to start complaining about his party. Apparently there weren’t enough ppl there and it didn’t count. Got really rather annoyed by this and informed him that there wasn’t going to be a rerun, so he got rather annoyed with me too, and we arrived home not precisely friends.
Cooked him an egg as requested and then had to bellow three times for him to come and eat it, walked out of the kitchen and found he’d abandoned his shoes just anywhere in the middle of the hall. Fortunately Tim arrived home in a very good mood at just that moment, to be informed that Small was his problem for the rest of the evening.
Good.
And now they are in bed, listening to Equal Rites
. They are rather enjoying Pratchett. Which is good, as there’s a lot of them!
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