Again with the pregnant stuff

Hey, don’t say I didn’t warn you that this blog was going all-pregnancy, all the time!

I went to an orientation session at the Montfort hospital last night. I was not overly receptive to the Montfort at the beginning of this pregnancy (Tristan and Simon were born at the Civic) and I was not overly receptive to this session, but I figured it would eliminate just a little bit more uncertainty for me and I could pretend to have more control over things than I really do. In these post-SARS days, you can’t actually visit the L&D floor unless you’re delivering or delivering someone who is delivering, but they have a lovely powerpoint show with photos of the L&D and maternity areas. I rolled my eyes at the idea, but found the session interesting and helpful… even for a been-there, done-that mom like me!

I have to admit, even though I have been less than keen about the Montfort I left feeling extremely positive and pleased with our choices so far — both the midwife route and the Montfort. The private rooms are AMAZING looking, nicely painted in pastel colours with pull-out sofa beds and comfy chairs. They are as nice if not nicer than the delivery rooms at the Civic, and don’t even compare to the private rooms at the Civic. The nurse giving the session kept saying that if you were delivering with a midwife, you’d be leaving within a couple of hours after the birth, and I finally had to check to make sure I had the option of staying in the hospital or not. The room full of mostly new parents laughed when she said, “Oh, you must have children at home already?” and laughed even louder when I admitted to having two boys at home and the nurse clucked appreciatively and said, “Of course you can stay, dear, as long as you want!”

One more piece of the puzzle locked into place – and I’ve even figured out that of the four different routes we’ve recently driven to and from the Montfort, there’s only five minutes and less than five kilometers difference regardless of which route you take. Not that I’m anxious or anything. Whatever gave you that idea?

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