– 9:55 pm
Another week, another hospital visit, (another box of doughnuts).
Liza took the car to the garage early this morning for an 8 am appointment. Our Ioniq 5 got recalled so a software update could be made. Something about the park mode not working as expected. We didn’t notice the fault or the difference in driving after reading the letter.
She then took it to charge after a pitstop at home. I’m amazed she’s still driving and being so active this late in her pregnancy. I’d be a comfortable bum in her condition.
I was due to see a hygienist until I fractured my leg. So I prioritised walking over the welfare of my teeth. It seemed like sound judgement at the time. Still is. But last week, I was able to get an appointment to coincide with Liza’s weekly checkup. Dr Erskine is away so she’s meeting her first replacement. The chilled-out Dr… (I’ll have to ask your mother for his name again tomorrow). Overall, he’d be my first choice if I had to pick. He just seemed like the guy you’d want by your side when in a clinical shit storm.
It’s an hour-plus drive from ours after one pm. Both appointments were on Harley Street. Mine was first, at 2 pm and I just about got us there on time. It was 13:59 when I parked. I rushed out, limping away, leaving your mother behind to lock up – her (sensible) suggestion.
The plan was to wait for me at reception so we could walk to her rendezvous together. But my session overran so she had to leave. The receptionist knew I was coming (because your super aware mother told them, to save me from explaining). So I was directed to the consulting room on the second floor when I got there.
She was leaving the examination room when I knocked and walked in. My ears were ringing from the screeching sound of metal against my teeth. They still are.
All four of us sat down to what became a brief and light chat. The highlight to me was the fact that you had adopted a natural birthing position, head downwards. I just learned this is called a cephalic presentation. Big fucking relief! I’ve lost quite a lot of sleep over that. Plan C kicks in if you refuse to come out head first. And the C is for Complicated, Caesarean or both. So I was glad to hear you’re OK and (so far) you plan to give your mother a chance at a natural birth. That’s what she wants. So whenever you’re ready, so are we.
– 7:28 am, Thursday, July 21 That mister's name is Dr Patrick O'Brien. I also threw in our pre-packed bags into the car to stay there until you're born. Currently, the chances of us being together with the car are high. So it makes sense to have our stuff with us in case we need to quickly detour.