10:30am, Monday 30th August, 2010. When She Who Must Be Obeyed and myself went into Glangwili hospital in Carmarthen to have the first (official) monitor session, to see Pickles' heartrate and activity. (I say official because we had an unforseen session of heartworks last week due to a blip in blood pressure but all was okay.)
Being a bank holiday the hospital was empty and of course the maternity ward was where the action was happening. We waited an hour to get a bed but it was a pleasant day and the dayroom was comfortable. Tea on tap too.
The midwife was lovely and when a bed cropped up, She Who Must Obeyed was hooked up to the baby monitor and after the nurse adjusted the volume on her box of tricks,little Pickles' heart was suddenly bouncing off the ward walls, drowning every other sound with her Life mechanics. A smile spread across my chops like I had just realised id won the lottery, and in a sense I have. We have.
The monitor was on for around 45 minutes and each of those minutes was a joy to tick off. Never has three quarters of an hour been so well spent! We could hear our baby daughters heartbeat, all that seperating us, a thin layer of flesh. We are lucky to be living in an age where these machines are the norm, not so long ago parents to be had nothing like this wizardry to hand.
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