When they wheeled me over to the post-partum ward I was a trifle dismayed to find that I was being put into a double room. Apparently the hospital was very busy and everything else was full. Warren and the baby arrived in the room shortly after I did, and we didn't spend much time together because of the lack of privacy and the need for him to take Margaret home. My roommate from what I gathered from overhearing her and her husband were first time parents and she'd had an epidural and couldn't make it to the bathroom without calling a nurse. The upshot was that in spite of being blessed with a little boy who is a champion nurser and who slept in four hour chunks that first night I actually didn't get much sleep. Still, it wasn't took bad, and I was feeling physically pretty well after this delivery.
While this time around it seemed like the labor and delivery folks were a mixed bag, the nurses on the maternity ward were all pretty nice with one marginal exception. Part of that may be that this was my second baby and they figured I knew what I was doing. Even so, they were really nice especially considering the ward was full to capacity. Of course the doctors were the same. The same doctor that had sent me home on Sunday night came by to talk to us about our decision to have Duncan circumcised. (We'd done our research and considered the decreased risk of STDs to make it worth it.) She clearly did not approve of our decision though could not say so in so many words. Still, I found it ironic to have a doctor with a pierced nose telling us that the procedure was elective and cosmetic in a disapproving tone of voice.
My roommate got moved to a private room on Tuesday afternoon. This was a good thing because on the first diaper change I handed post circumsion we had a bit of an incident. I know that baby boys can get a bit of a fountain effect going on, but there is not much you can do when you are trying to put the medicated cream on the freshly done willy in question... He managed to get a spray up over the side of his basinette and soaked the side of the unoccupied bed two feet away. At least it was easy to check to make sure he could pee after the procedure.
I got my own private room at around 8pm on Tuesday which made the rest of the stay more pleasant, but I still decided to check out Wednesday evening instead of waiting until Thursday morning. Children under 18 are barred from visiting and I was missing Margaret rather badly.
The only other thing of note about the hospital stay that I can remember right now is that Duncan managed to flunk the hearing test both times, I think as much due to rushed hospital staff as anything else. We've got a screening set up for him just in case it's not nothing, but I see no cause to be alarmed right now. If he has an actual problem we'll do what we can to deal with it, but chances are good that it was just that he still had lots of mucus in there on account of his speedy delivery.