• We really didn't want to leave the perfect prison of the hospital

    2 monthes ago - By The Guardian

    It didn't seem possible, or wise, that we were now in charge of keeping a small, damp person alive. But at least we agreed on a name for our baby son Between induction, labour and recovery, we spent five days in hospital. In the beginning, every hour crawled, like those fortnight-long Saturday afternoons I used to spend cross-legged, five inches from the TV screen, waiting for Sons and Daughters to finish so the wrestling would come on. After two days of this, we had no memory of having ever lived anywhere else. We'd put in carpets and changed all the wifi passwords. Midwives and nurses...
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