People keep walking into our room, the cleaners, food, nurses who say go to third floor immediately, no matter what you are doing, we haven’t slept in pajamas, you just can’t ..so I take Baby girl for temperature and blood pressure recordings. When we return to breakfast we have dry cornflakes, brown bread and ketchup and tea ..wonders of the world. So we laugh thinking maybe he misunderstood us but when the dietician comes we ask why brown bread would come with ketchup and we were told that’s how they do it . Anyways our cardiologist in Kenya had warned us and said our focus is Samara and food can be obtained in a hotel. So true..we laugh a lot about it but we are starving, we have snacks but how long will it last?
Later we are given medicine to sedate Samara, they want to do blood test and in Kenya we normally hold her but here the nurses asked us to leave the room and we could hear her cry and cry, so hard you know. Well they finished and sent us to ground floor for ECG. This time she slept faster and the ECG was done and we were back to the room. Dinner came with countable fries and talk of for death to self. I surrendered part of mine in the hope that we would go take tea but when we got downstairs all doors were locked and we called it a day.
The nurses hinted that the surgery could be Friday and not Saturday and asked that we don’t feed Sam after 4a.m. we were nervous …can’t explain that feeling..it’s a mixed bag. We sat together as a family and daddy tried to explain to Sam about the surgery, she just smiled and laughed and we said our prayers and slept.
Oh 2 beds in the room so daddy sleeping on the patient’s bed and mummy sleeping with Sam on the guest bed....we in hospital no privacy here. Did I mention our room door is almost always opening. The cleaner came sat with me, told me in her broken English how tired she is, coz they work ,work ,work, and no rest though she was looking forward to her day off. Later a nurse came sat with us, informed us that in private hospitals when one is pregnant they do a fetal heart test to ensure baby’s heart is well..wish we could have that in Kenya…anyways she said her son is 1year 3 months almost Sam’s agemate but all in all we thank God for the favour for having allowed us to discover the hole in the heart at 5months and granting us the opportunity to bring her here.
Oh 2 beds in the room so daddy sleeping on the patient’s bed and mummy sleeping with Sam on the guest bed....we in hospital no privacy here. Did I mention our room door is almost always opening. The cleaner came sat with me, told me in her broken English how tired she is, coz they work ,work ,work, and no rest though she was looking forward to her day off. Later a nurse came sat with us, informed us that in private hospitals when one is pregnant they do a fetal heart test to ensure baby’s heart is well..wish we could have that in Kenya…anyways she said her son is 1year 3 months almost Sam’s agemate but all in all we thank God for the favour for having allowed us to discover the hole in the heart at 5months and granting us the opportunity to bring her here.
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