Last night we toured the Anderson hospital during our childbirth class. Just as I expected, it created a strange mingling of relief AND trepidation within me. Relief that everything was a lot nicer than I'd pictured in my head (everybody tells me that Greenville is much more "posh"), but trepidation simply because I realize that in 13 weeks or so I will be there myself. I did not get lightheaded when all of the equipment and monitors were shown to us, but as the evening crept on I just wanted to go home. Too bad I won't have that option once labor sets in!
The nurse showed us the monitor that tracked each room's laboring patterns....there were 4 women in labor last night while we were there. She showed us how that uncomfortable bed on wheels converts into about 400 positions with a few clicks and snaps. We saw the room we want to request, the biggest one with a shower, room # 6. We saw the nursery with 6 tiny babies sleeping away. And we even saw the trash can that Dad's supposed to grab if we say we're gonna be sick once transition hits.
Good info to know, but more than I want to dwell on at this point. I am such a wimp, I know it! I will look forward to holding my baby in my arms, and then all that happens around me will be an insignificant blur. I've got to remember why I'm really there, and what prize I will be able to take home with us afterwards...
:-) meg