I was sleeping so much yesterday that I stayed up all night doing my favourite hospital past time - reading blogs by triplet mothers. I thought that I'd have plenty of opportunity to sleep in today but today was a fairly "busy" day with a steady stream of visitors. Visitors are a luxury for me since the hospital I am in is about an hour's drive away from KL, and since I'll be here for eon years I've told my friends that they have no hurry in coming to visit me.
First came dad in the morning at 8.45am. He brought me Farmhouse Milk - my essential diary intake! Yay! He also brought the McDonald big breakfast that DH had bought for me this morning! What a treat! I was joking to DH about it just the night before but I never expected him to actually get one for me.
Dad was only in for 10 minutes when the guard came in to shoo him out of the ward, saying that he had to leave as the morning visitation hour was over. We begged the guard for another 10 more minutes.
Then came the Obs with her team of trainee doctors. Let me rewind a bit first. It is all about hierarchy here among the doctors. The houseman will first come in early in the morning to check on me and to get updates. Then the medical officer who is probably an Obs-in-training will come in with the houseman and listen to the houseman's report about my progress. Finally, the Obs will come in together with the medical officer and the houseman and they report to her about my progress. So yeah, I pretty much have to repeat everything three times each morning. The Obs will check my medical file to ensure that the treatment plan outlined by the FM Specialist is being followed. The Obs is pretty powerful though. She knows DH well, so I took the opportunity to request whether dad, who had come up all the way from KL, could stay with me past visitation hours. Thankfully the Obs understood psychological well being (which many here doctors don't!) and acceded to my request, so dad got to stay with me in my room till the afternoon visitation hour! Dad took my latest belly pictures that I will post tomorrow!
My MIL and FIL arrived promptly at 11.30am when the afternoon visitation hour started. MIL had, as usual cooked lunch for me.
Everyone left at about 1.50pm. I was due for my fortnightly scan today but apparently the replacement FM specialist (who is scheduled to do my scan since my FM is on holiday) has her hands full today so that didn't take place. So I took the opportunity to have an afternoon nap.
At 5pm, friends from KL arrived with homemade nachos...yahoo! I've not had cheese for goodness how long - that's an important source of protein too, which I need.
At 5.30pm, another friend drop in with two slices of cheesecake and walnut bread. The triplets and their mama are having a feast today!
At 7pm, DH finally arrived after another long day at work and was happy to eat up my hospital dinner. DH was pretty tired as usual so after everyone had left, we napped together (not on the same bed, though!) till 9pm. DH is the only who gets to stay in with me after visitation hours as the husband. But then again, let's just skip the husband part and give him 24 hour access to my room since he is a doctor in this hospital. Not that he would ever above this privilege anyway.
DH left at 9pm - He looked so tired that we decided to postpone our favourite hospital couple activity for the next day - watching the latest episode of the Game of Thrones together.
10.00pm - Shower time, followed by my usual supper time. I feel good about my protein intake today. I had three eggs (ugh! Had to throw some of the yolk out even though it was rich in iron, which I need!) and I even forced myself to eat the fish that MIL cooked (I've developed a distaste for fish since becoming pregnant). Also had lot of cheese and an avocado - more power food for my babies. And of course my nutrition shake made with my Farmhouse milk. I think the triplets are quite happy too :)
So yeah, with a day packed with activities like that, time sure passes by a lot faster. It is those days with not much activity that time passes by so slowly and reaching the next target duration of pregnancy feels like eternity.
28 weeks, 28 weeks....every day I wake up and chant this number. Come quickly!
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