... but not the kind you eat ok!!There was learning how to put on a nappy - we had a few ideas, but the midwives had lots of new techniques to show us. The smell, a wonderful odour of fresh warm skin, without a hint of sourness.
We stayed at the hospital 4 days. Our heath insurance afforded us a private room (though this was not guaranteed). We were happy with this. I stayed on a very uncomfortable sofa bed each night. I didn't want to miss out on anything. We braved the hospital food and supplemented it with better takeaways. Sushi was a hit. A highlight was the visit of a friend who sneaked in a bottle of bubbly, two dozen oysters, half a crayfish and a fantastic dessert. Unbelievable. In hindsight we seemed to be drifting in some kind of pleasurable dream bubble.
Midwives were overall fantastic, though we didn't like the one who tried to extract and feed our boy breast milk with a syringe (without a needle of course). Our other problem with the midwives was the variable nature of their information. Sometimes it seemed we were getting very old fashioned advice. Not to say that it was totally wrong - but we just seem to like a more open minded approach.
After 4 days it was time to go. I had the baby safety capsule strapped into the car. I wasn't entirely sure how to use it. (There's a tip - work this stuff out before you try to use it for the first time! This is serious business, please read up on this stuff!)
It was strange to be home. I now had three weeks off work to help Iris and to start to get to know this new boy!
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