We’ve done countless laps around the ward. I know every door in the birthing center by heart. Witnessed some drama at the nurse’s stations and saw some cute babies in the nursery. Otherwise, it’s a boring circuit.
I miss Isabella. I keep hearing her little voice saying, “I climb,” whenever she steps up onto her stool. (Not sure why that’s what I hear, but it is.) I think this is the longest I’ve ever been away from her. I’m hoping my mom is able to put her to bed without too much fuss and anguish. Poor little girl. At least my mom is here to be with her. that is such an amazing blessing. And I know grandma is having a wonderful time bonding with her granddaughter.
Still bored. Still waiting. The doctor says I can have dinner so Dom’s gone to get something for both of us (the hospital cafeteria being closed, which is just as well).
I think I’ll try to sleep as soon as I’ve eaten. This is going down in the books as one of the longest days EVER.