Adventures at the Hospital

Nathan and I are signed up for many classes to prepare us for having and taking care of a baby. Today we had our first two: a hospital maternity orientation and a newborn care class. We packed our lunch and emergency snacks and set off for the longest day of classes since college (6 hours). Little did we know we’d get a little more than we bargained for.

After finding out some useful information at the maternity orientation, we were supposed to go up and see the registration desk on the third floor. You can’t actually tour the maternity ward, but we got to see where to come when it is time to check in for labor and delivery. Unfortunately, just before arriving at the third floor, our elevator gave a lurch and stopped. We were stuck.

There we were. Four pregnant ladies and their husbands. Trapped. With no bathroom. Various awkward conversations ensued. After pressing the “help” button the voice informed us that help was on the way, but after finding out who was inside, she put a “rush” on it, then played us some nice elevator music.

We only had to endure about 15 minutes stuck in the elevator….but that is 14 and a half too many if you ask me….and it doesn’t give me much confidence for when I’m actually in labor.

In other news, the newborn care class afterward was excellent. Nathan got to ask the question: “What do you do with the poop?”

We practiced changing diapers, swaddling, holding, picking up, bathing, and many other skills we’ll need. It was fun watching Nate…although once he hit the fake baby’s nose on his shoulder pretty hard. We both still have lots to learn. 🙂

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2 Responses to Adventures at the Hospital

  1. Greg says:

    So what do you do with the poop?

  2. Jared says:

    We had crazy road construction on our 2nd of 3 trips to the hospital for Sonya. We ran into 2 closed interstate entrace ramps, and a closed bridge. For a while afterward, anytime we told Audrey we were going to the hospital, she would ask “Is mommy going to be frustrated?”

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