I spent yesterday morning at the hospital being tested for gestational diabetes. I had assumed it was routine but it turns out that it was probably just because of my age.
The letter said “no food or drink from 20:30 the night before except water or black tea/coffee.”
I had been very sick shortly after dinner on Thursday so by the tie I got up yesterday, I was pretty ravenous but I followed the instructions. It’s funny though; this morning, I am happily sat here drinking green tea with mint but yesterday, I _really_ wanted a caramel macchiato!
Having arrived at the hospital 10 minutes before my 09:00 appointment time, I was disappointed not to be called through until 09:27 – particularly because Maternity Outpatients was still quiet at that point. The baseline blood was taken and I was given a vile energy drink. The flavour itself wasn’t to bad, it was the sweetness of it that was horrible because I don’t have a particularly sweet tooth. The Maternity Assistant then had a bit of a flap (she was having a bit of a dizzy morning) over giving me some water, I said that it was okay, I had my filter bottle with me but she said that I couldn’t have that because i could only have a measured amount. The teeny cup provided really wasn’t enough to get rid of that taste!
I then had to return to the waiting room for two hours before the next blood sample could be taken. I had my crochet with me to keep me occupied.
After an hour, I couldn’t stay sat any longer and toddled off up the corridor to use the bathroom (rather than the one directly across from the waiting room) and stretch my legs.
When I retuned, the already busy department was now full with only one seat left. I sat down and started to observe the people around me. The young mums brought two people with them: mum + baby’s father or mum + friend/sister or baby’s father + friend/sister; the older mums in for a scan had mum or baby’s father with them; and the older mums in for blood tests or examinations had come alone. For us, it was the purely practical. The letter had said: “allow approximately 2 and a half hours for your appointment.” I knew that it would be more likely three and wasn’t prepared to pay for parking for that long so Mr PinQ dropped me off and took the puppy for a long walk before returning to collect me – no parking costs and a tired puppy FTW.
There was a young man next to his partner and her mum in the seats just across the aisle from me and a young man playing on his phone with his partner plus her friend/sister on the seats next to me. As more heavily pregnant ladies arrived for their appointments, I found myself appalled by the fact that no-one gave up their seats but sat in ignorance. I always remember being taught to give up my seat on the bus for pregnant ladies or elderly people – although many elderly gentlemen would refuse the offer. Now, all of the young ladies that I know between 15 and 25 years of age would have nudged their partners and said, “Let that lady sit down” or similar but to my horror, not one person moved and women that were well over 30 weeks, obviously suffering from the heat and tired, were left standing whilst the appointment times were over-running by over half an hour.
I wasn’t far off my 2 hour mark and knowing that everyone in the room was listening intently for their names (none of the people calling patients through had the ability to project their voices) I stood up and offered a lady my seat on the basis that I would be called back in shortly.
At that point, a member of staff took my cue and went around the room asking if those who weren’t pregnant if they could please give up their seats.
It’s rather a shame that it took someone of 30 weeks pregnant and a member of staff to make it happen.
Inevitably, the morning had taken its toll and I slept for much of the afternoon before being sick again and am still sick this morning but no matter – not long now!