Birth Day in a few minutes... Probably

I appear to be broken. I feel ok, yet my blood pressure remains high (very) despite medicinal intervention for a full week now. Today I have the addition of a slightly raised temperature and an increased white cell count.

Panic station. I do feel a little paranoid when medical staff go bananas, it does suggest a modicum of seriousness.

But I am pregnant, they never take chances with pregnancy, and apparently infection can make anaesthetists reluctant to make a thonking great hole in my back for the spinal block. No anaesthetic clearly means no section.

But... Unidentified infection makes it more paramount to remove baby from her defective incubator.

So far I have responded very well to antibiotics and my temperature is normal. If it is normal upon waking, my section is now a priority. It should be a matter of hours until baby is born. And hours means about 9 hours. Yikes!

As a scan had been booked, the ultrasound department phoned down looking for me today. I had been told it had been cancelled and indeed had never been told the time it was to have been. So they phoned the ward and the conclusion was that a) my consultant clearly did want it and b) as I was there they'd do it if I wanted it.

What do you think?

She looks well. Everything is as should be and most encouragingly she is measuring large for her dates. She is very happy and she is still a she and I fervently hope that being taken from me a month early does not cause her damage.

One of my room mates had the cutest little boy I've seen early this morning, utterly gorgeous.

Another room mate is breaking my heart, she is 16 years old, 24 weeks pregnant with monochorionic twins and she has pre eclampsia. She was told today that she must remain in hospital until the babies are born and that this could be any day. Bless her, she just wants to be with her mum and she's really very ill. I am her surrogate mummy tonight but I am preoccupied and leaving ante natal tomorrow. The fact that I have twins and have been hospitalised to await the maturity (almost) of my baby means I can be Norma know it all. Which she seems to like poor poppet.

I feel ancient again. Her mum is younger than me.

One more room mate seems to be a possible real friend.

I am so self obsessed, once this is over and baby is all settled, I need to be a better friend to all.

Must try and relax. Sleep is unlikely but reading and chilling would probably be wise.

Baby in the morning. Please let her be ok. Please.