Woke up this morning to go to work only to be stopped by my 38 weeks pregnant partner. She tells me "I think it's time."
I quickly got dressed and took everything and shoved it in the car. No call to hospital, I just drove her there. Got there and waddled quickly to the birthing ward.
She was assessed but was informed that today is not the day. Her contractions were fake called the Braxton Hicks. The blood that came out of her was the mucus plug that prevents anything from entering into the baby.
I didn't know how to react because I was really excited and expecting to see her finally. But I guess it's a good thing as I want her to be just right and not under done. Hopefully she doesn't get overcooked either.
Walking out of the birthing unit there were artworks made by patients and one caught my eye.
I love sweet and I think it's really affecting my health. This is a great reminder for someone like me not to overdo my sugar intake.
It's different now. One has to take care of oneself before taking care of another. I can't get sick now, I have a little girl to take care of. Really need to get back in shape.