Carrying on from this thread.
Midnight last night we were back at the hospital again as Lez had gone into labour again. This time contractions were hard and regular every 4 minutes and, yet again, I was preparing my speech on becoming a father again. This time it took 8 hours for the contractions to stop and because the cervix is behind the baby's head and only 3cm dilated and she's only 37 weeks gone, they won't break her waters to get things moving.
It wouldn't be so bad but instead of going to the fairly new multi-million pound maternity unit at Telford hospital, we have to go to the old hospital at Shrewsbury because the new unit in Telford only deal with straightforward births. Because Lez has got Strep.B she has to have antibiotics to protect the baby while she's in labour and they can't handle something as complicated as sticking a needle in someone's hand and connecting up a bag of antibiotics. It takes 10 minutes to get to Telford hospital and about 25 minutes thraping it up the motorway at 90mph to get to Sshrewsbury hospital as it's on the far side of Shrewsbury and our house is on the opposite side of Telford.
The Strep.B is something that doesn't affect Lez but it can affect the baby. It can cause anything from gunky eyes to sceptasemia and meningitis. They give Lez the antibiotics so the baby gets some and they can both fight the Strep.B infection. Apparently it's carried by 1/3 of men and women and never causes a problem until they give birth (men excluded obviously).
Anyway, long and short of it is that she's back home and we're both knackered (I've had 1.5 hours of sleep since I got up at 7:30 yesterday morning). Lez is getting depressed because she doesn't want to keep going through this and getting nowhere.