Le 'temps d'hôpital' est un phénomène qui mériterait des recherches scientifiques. Il me semble qu'où qu'on soit dans le monde, dès qu'on rentre dans un hôpital, on se retrouve dans un fuseau horaire à part, où tout se passe à un autre rythme.
Vous en avez sûrement aussi fait l'expérience. D'où ce dicton : "L'hôpital : on sait quand on rentre, mais on ne sait pas quand on en sortira" (On peut aussi remplacer le deuxième 'quand' avec 'comment', ou 'si'). Bref, à la fin on comprend pourquoi dans le milieu médical 'client' se prononce 'patient'.
M'enfin, aujourd'hui on n'y a passé que 2h, et sans trop attendre, donc on ne se plaint pas.
Sur le menu : Monitoring, echographie, 'inspection' du col, test pipi (2 fois !), discussions avec la sage-femme, l'assistante et l'anesthésiste.
Résultat des courses : on a le choix entre provocation et césarienne. Je serais plutôt pour 'essayer' la provocation, Madame plutôt pour la césarienne. Et puisque ce n'est pas moi qui 'y passe'...
On retourne voir le 'médecin chef' mercredi matin, alors Baby a encore 2 jours pour se réveiller et sortir de son propre gré.
Tous ensemble : "Allez Ba-by ! Allez Ba-by !"
Vous en avez sûrement aussi fait l'expérience. D'où ce dicton : "L'hôpital : on sait quand on rentre, mais on ne sait pas quand on en sortira" (On peut aussi remplacer le deuxième 'quand' avec 'comment', ou 'si'). Bref, à la fin on comprend pourquoi dans le milieu médical 'client' se prononce 'patient'.
M'enfin, aujourd'hui on n'y a passé que 2h, et sans trop attendre, donc on ne se plaint pas.
Sur le menu : Monitoring, echographie, 'inspection' du col, test pipi (2 fois !), discussions avec la sage-femme, l'assistante et l'anesthésiste.
Résultat des courses : on a le choix entre provocation et césarienne. Je serais plutôt pour 'essayer' la provocation, Madame plutôt pour la césarienne. Et puisque ce n'est pas moi qui 'y passe'...
On retourne voir le 'médecin chef' mercredi matin, alors Baby a encore 2 jours pour se réveiller et sortir de son propre gré.
Tous ensemble : "Allez Ba-by ! Allez Ba-by !"
'Hospital time' is a new concept that I have just invented. It has to do with the bizarre phenomenon by which, wherever you happen to be in the world, when you enter a hospital you find yourself in a parallel universe where time does not operate in the usual way.
This also explains why a hospital's customers are called patients.
Having said which, today's visit only lasted two hours, without too much sitting around wondering if we'd been forgotten. And the staff (as always) are very friendly, understanding, respectful etc.
The aim of today's visit was to find out how Baby is doing, what his/her eta might be, and to talk about possible 'exit strategies'. This involved a monitoring session (and yes, I did try out my little 'hello baby' routine again!), an ultrasound scan, urine samples, etc.
Given that in this country babies aren't supposed to go more than 10 days past due date, we are left with a choice between provoking and a cesarean. Given that the cervix is not even a tiny bit open, Madame prefers a cesarean. I'm not so sure, but the votes are weighted for this kind of decision...
What bothers me a bit - and the problem seems to be the same everywhere (two links) - is the lack of real continuity in the accompaniment (is that a word?) of the mother-to-be. Without a consistent, informed and empathetic encouragement, the expectant mother falls back on hearsay and the media's twisted presentation. It's as though the 'Victorian' approach - "don't tell her anything till it's too late" - has been reversed: "Tell her all the horror stories you've ever heard".
Wednesday we're going back for a chat with the consultant. So baby has two days to get his/her act together.
This also explains why a hospital's customers are called patients.
Having said which, today's visit only lasted two hours, without too much sitting around wondering if we'd been forgotten. And the staff (as always) are very friendly, understanding, respectful etc.
The aim of today's visit was to find out how Baby is doing, what his/her eta might be, and to talk about possible 'exit strategies'. This involved a monitoring session (and yes, I did try out my little 'hello baby' routine again!), an ultrasound scan, urine samples, etc.
Given that in this country babies aren't supposed to go more than 10 days past due date, we are left with a choice between provoking and a cesarean. Given that the cervix is not even a tiny bit open, Madame prefers a cesarean. I'm not so sure, but the votes are weighted for this kind of decision...
What bothers me a bit - and the problem seems to be the same everywhere (two links) - is the lack of real continuity in the accompaniment (is that a word?) of the mother-to-be. Without a consistent, informed and empathetic encouragement, the expectant mother falls back on hearsay and the media's twisted presentation. It's as though the 'Victorian' approach - "don't tell her anything till it's too late" - has been reversed: "Tell her all the horror stories you've ever heard".
Wednesday we're going back for a chat with the consultant. So baby has two days to get his/her act together.