A Long Sunday...
It's been a long day. In fact, it feels like it's still Sunday. That's how long it feels. I brought my wife to KK Hospital on Saturday night (11pm) because she was complaining of stomach cramps. We initially didn't think much of it. Being new parents, we actually thought it was normal.
When we got to the hospital, they immediately sent us up to the delivery suite. That's when everything went haywire. It was determined that Ann was having contractions. That is never a good sign when you're 28 weeks pregnant!
To cut an ultra long story short, KK Hospital did all they could and they decided to transfer Ann to the National University Hospital (NUH). Apparently, KK's maternity ICU wards were fully occupied. An ambulance was arranged and we were off to NUH within an hour.
At NUH, a full test was done upon our arrival. As I write this post, my wife is resting at a ward in NUH. I don't know how else to say this. It's painful to be apart from her. Ever since we got together, we have spent every single minute together. There has not been a time I have gone out without her. She's been at all my drinking sessions, meetings, etc.... To say I'm feeling bummed out, is an understatement.
I am grateful we didn't lose the baby. As the doctor at NUH said this morning, "The baby threatened to miscarry. We see this in 10% of all pregnancies. But don't worry, everything is fine now".
You know guys, there's some shit happening over at Ann's blog. I don't know who this person is, but the comments left on her blog haven't been the nicest. Here's the link to the post on Ann's blog. -Please Mr Weatherman-
Seriously man, it's fucking bullshit! Friends have been telling me not to get worked up. How not to? How the fuck am I supposed to keep quiet?? It's fucking impossible. I've always believed in this... If someone wants to say shit about someone else, at least have the guts to put a name behind a face. To be gutless and talk a whole load of crap, you deserve to get the shit beaten outta you. It doesn't fucking matter if it's a guy or girl. Agreed?
I'm exhausted from everything. I'm sorry if I'm ending this post on a sour note. I've got to be at the hospital in seven hours. If all goes well, I'll get to bring my princess home. I'll post again later today....
When we got to the hospital, they immediately sent us up to the delivery suite. That's when everything went haywire. It was determined that Ann was having contractions. That is never a good sign when you're 28 weeks pregnant!
To cut an ultra long story short, KK Hospital did all they could and they decided to transfer Ann to the National University Hospital (NUH). Apparently, KK's maternity ICU wards were fully occupied. An ambulance was arranged and we were off to NUH within an hour.
At NUH, a full test was done upon our arrival. As I write this post, my wife is resting at a ward in NUH. I don't know how else to say this. It's painful to be apart from her. Ever since we got together, we have spent every single minute together. There has not been a time I have gone out without her. She's been at all my drinking sessions, meetings, etc.... To say I'm feeling bummed out, is an understatement.
I am grateful we didn't lose the baby. As the doctor at NUH said this morning, "The baby threatened to miscarry. We see this in 10% of all pregnancies. But don't worry, everything is fine now".
You know guys, there's some shit happening over at Ann's blog. I don't know who this person is, but the comments left on her blog haven't been the nicest. Here's the link to the post on Ann's blog. -Please Mr Weatherman-
Seriously man, it's fucking bullshit! Friends have been telling me not to get worked up. How not to? How the fuck am I supposed to keep quiet?? It's fucking impossible. I've always believed in this... If someone wants to say shit about someone else, at least have the guts to put a name behind a face. To be gutless and talk a whole load of crap, you deserve to get the shit beaten outta you. It doesn't fucking matter if it's a guy or girl. Agreed?
I'm exhausted from everything. I'm sorry if I'm ending this post on a sour note. I've got to be at the hospital in seven hours. If all goes well, I'll get to bring my princess home. I'll post again later today....
just read the post, man, some people really have some nerve.
ReplyDeleteanyway, such people ain't worth getting upset abt, ain't worth ya time getting angry with them.
especially when they can't argue back in proper, readable english. had a hard time understanding what the hell she/he was saying.
oh well, don't get involved with the little insignificant people. =)
exactly! you know, I'm trying so hard not to bother but this asshole is making it all the harder.
ReplyDeleteit goes to show that this person is a low class piece of monkey crap!
oh well, i'm gonna think happy thoughts. *a smurf orgy is playing in my head*