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We tried out a second hospital on Wednesday, and we really liked it a lot. It’s the closest hospital (convenient for getting Sam to bed, getting him to school, asking coworkers for help, etc.). We know one of the administrators. I think the one of the things that’s so frustrating about a lot of medical care is the unfamiliarity of the process and the distance from the people involved. I know doctors and nurses aren’t supposed to our friends, but I find that I’m a lot more relaxed if I know someone who’s part of the process. I’m hoping that if we have the chance to get to know the hospital and have a better sense of what’s involved, it will feel a little more familiar.
On the visit Wednesday we went in the evening. This made Sam grumpier, but it was a more relaxing environment. The doctor’s English was pretty good, which was reassuring. People were helpful in showing us around, and we were able to see delivery and recovery rooms. The doctor we know there stepped out with Sam and me when Emily received the ultrasound and bought him a snack at the 7-11 in the hospital. It felt more comfortable and it was nice to have some people who knew us. We may still end up moving back to the bigger hospital in the third trimester. At that point, we'd probably have the current doctor make introductions for us, and it would be close enough to Old Church that we'd get some of the support and care we're worried about. A lot of it will depend on what the little ones do and if they turn their heads in the right direction and look amenable to natural birth. It's still a bit scary at this point, so we're trying to relax and keep things in perspective.
I don’t want to forget the original subject of this blog. Sam’s doing well lately. He’s gotten better on his colors. He continues to work on animals. Some Chinese is coming along (he now regularly says “bu yao” “don’t want”). He’s been getting up around 5 for the last week or ten days, which is getting old. I’ve blacked out our bedroom windows with a translucent film. It’s a lot darker in the morning, but Sam still can’t tell the difference. Yesterday he woke up, walked over to the blacked out window, and said “birds.” Maybe he hears the birds? So frustrating…
2 comments:
i'm glad you found a hospital you like better! will you be doing weekly ultrasounds? sounds like your planning on a really regular relationship with the hospital through the pregnancy.
had to laugh at "birds." c says and signs "buhd" every time she hears a bird sing, often before we're conscious of it. and she's been rather fond of 5 a.m., not so much lately, but a few weeks ago, every morning. think our kids are soul mates...
so you've blacked out the windows. maybe its time to shoot some birds...
It's funny, here you don't go to a doctor's office, you just go to the hospital. And people hospital shop. So that's why it feels so strange, because we've been looking for a doctor but aren't used to dealing with such big institutions so casually. There arealso are essentially no midwives here. They're shutting down the last midwife program. Instead they just have specialist nurses, who again work in the hospitals. For us the challenge then is to find a hospital that we can connect to on some personal level and also feel like it is equipped for twins and able to get them out quickly if necessary.
All in all, I actually feel better her than in P-town. At least here we get to know the hospital and have some choices.
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