Miss Rockstar...
- “The baby might come as early as in 3 days!” I’m telling Rockstar on the way to get checked…..
After another fairly restless night with one notable difference – a very vivid nightmare – I wake to bloody show that gets heavier over the next few hours. That’s when we call our Gynea, and are told to get checked at the hospital. Navigating jammed Causeway Bay traffic, I’m still telling both Kings and Rockstar we probably have as little as a couple days before the baby comes.
- Very sunny and hot day overlooking Pau Ma Tei (horse races) as The Mens wait for me to get checked…
Somewhere in the flurry of paperwork after doc examines me a tag is put on my wrist and when I ask when I need to be back at the hospital, the nurses snort, “Hah! You don’t get to leave til you’ve had the baby!” Dismayed at having not had a good breakfast and now having to fast (last planned C-section I set my alarm at 6am for a final Mc Donald’s Double Cheeseburger and fries. I hate fasting…) I plead with nurses who clear it with the anesthesiologist – and I hurriedly scarf a smallish whole loaf of hi-fiber wheat bread.
- Rockstar fooling around as we are about to leave for the room
Oh. Yeah the baby decided to come today. Also, the nurses and I actually remember each other vaguely from Rockstar’s delivery. “Whoa, he became a pretty boy,” the nurses remark at a grave Rockstar still messing with a chess game outside in the sunny, quiet waiting area by himself, occasionally calling out “Mum! My pawn is now a queen!”
We end up camping out here for about 3.5 hours... Rockstar deserves a medal, he mostly busied himself with board games on the iPad, taking an interest however in the nurses doing various chores throughout the wait...
Rockstar was born during the Golden Pig year more than 4 years ago when Sanatorium was also quite swamped. Up to their ears and elbows in squalling infants. Not to mention this is a real busy year. If they still remember Rockstar, he either left an incredibly good impression, or………… 
I grin at the nurses and ask, “You guys remember what he was like?” They throw their heads back and laugh. And also grimace good-naturedly.
Rockstar entertaining himself in the only room available as we wait for someone to check out so we can move into a permanent room... He didn't really want to look up for the pic...
Though he loosens up enough to document my contractions and the baby's kick stats on his beloved iPod
The above was typed in between Braxton Hicks and the nomadic experience of waiting for a room to free up while meticulously showering and cleaning up in the hospital’s communal toilet… I posted groggily after I got out of the operating theatre…
The nurses handed us this right out of the operating theatre., it's our first pic of Baby Rockstar..
Baby Rockstar was born tonight, welcomed with joy by me, Kings and Rockstar.
Praise the Lord, for he is good. We made it to full-term 37 weeks yesterday.
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