Special Care...

Sorry I've not been updating. I've had a busy - and exhausting - week.
My Father in law came to stay on Friday so I spent the week preparing for a house guest. I also went into frantic "nesting' mode a bit I think, no one can come and help with the children when I go into labour while it's all in this kind of a mess! So we're getting there though there's still a way to go yet!
I've been batch cooking too, trying to ensure we don't all starve once I'm out of action (or die of malnutrition on Fish and chips and sausages!
With Paul (that's the Father in Law) here J and I were able to go together to the birth and labour breathing class yesterday.
There were only 2 couples there, us and a lovely young couple expecting their first baby. She's tiny and has been told her baby is likely to be a nine pounder! I'm quite relived my older three were all around the 7lb13 mark and with heads that were/ are slightly small in proportion to their bodies!
No, 2 around 6 and a half pounds each would be ideal I think, small enough that I don't feel like I'm going to explode and big enough that they don't have all the additional problems associated with tiny babies.
Still, we have a growth scan on Tuesday (Valentine's day) so we'll know more then.

While we were at the hospital for the class J and I asked if we could have a look at the special care unit. We'd been advised to do this by various people, fear of the unknown never being a good thing.
I'm so glad we did. For the first time I'm glad that I am having these babies here.
Unlike Emma, who I mentioned in my last post, pregnant with quads, who has had to come to terms with the fact that because she will need 4 incubators etc her babies will probably be split between hospitals initially, here there are 4 "spaces" and because of the size of the population it's incredibly rare that more than one of them is in use at a time - extra good news because in March the airport here will be closed for a few days and we have no idea what that might mean in terms of emergency evacuation if needed, given that the air ambulance is a chieftan plane - the midwife didn't know either but suspected that the Barclay Brothers (the famous millionaire twins from Sark) might well offer their helicopter in that case, as they have before, which would be exciting, but perhaps not the kind of excitement we need!

Anyway, as well as the 4 incubators etc the special care baby unit here is separated from the maternity ward by a door. Just a door, so if it come to it and my babies are there I won't have the hours of waiting for a porter, nurse of midwife to take me to them that you read about in books and see on television.
Even if I'm not up to moving myself I can't imagine a situation where someone won't be able to spare the minute or so it would take to get me from A to B.

I saw a tiny baby while I was there though, born at 32 weeks (where I am today), now 34 weeks and doing well.
We'll be fine.