Monday 8 October 2007

waiting

i'm sitting waiting to go into hospital. its early. angie's just sent me a text to say that its started.

but... i'm not allowed to go in for another few hours.

she's upset that i'm not with her and i'm pacing and gutted not to be with her. my role in this whole birth thing is to be more of a side kick, a trusty steed, rather than than the hero. yet i'm not even that right now.

i'm not the most patient of people so find myself praying for my unborn child and for angie, fidgeting and needless preparing of my quickest exit when i get the call. (i may or may not have done a dry run or two already).

we've had numerous touting of the word "artificial" thrown at us to help us understand what the processes will be over the coming hours. the "artificial rupturing of the membrane", the "artificial simulation of labour" and more. yet the giving birth, being a family, having someone to support and comfort you in troubling times couldn't be more natural. the only thing artificial that i'm experiencing is not being with my wife over these minutes.

looks like i just got the call. i'm going in.

Sunday 7 October 2007

countdown

tomorrow at 8 o'clock we are expected to go to pembury hospital to be induced.

angie's system is producing a high level of the anti E antibody which to my understanding could potentially attack the blood system of the baby. all monitoring has indicated that the baby is well. we have been advised that the baby will be going into special care for the first 48 hours. This will entail being in a separate ward and having certain tests happening every few hours.

as both angie and i sit down sipping our coffee two things are on our mind: first caleb and how he will be without mummy and papa for several days and second, what will happen over these days... amongst it all seems like a million things are about to happen.

right now we're in a bracing position.

on the other hand, we've also had a chance to reflect of such grace and favour that we have enjoyed- lots of supportive texts, calls, offers of help, the amount of things that others have given us and the shear volume of people that have wished us luck or promise of prayer over these days. we certainly feel blessed.

so i guess now we start with the waiting. onwards and outwards :)