Glucose Test

At 35 weeks and 4 days, I had a last glucose test at 08:30am. It lasted for whole 12 hours. The schedule for the glucose test were as follows:
09:10 Readings - 5.2
12Noon 4.6
3:00pm 7.8 this was after lunch, so the sugar was bit high
5:00pm 5.4
8:30pm 7.50 this was after dinner, so it was bit high,
though, not as high as 3:00 Pm's reading.

After the lunch at 12:45, I walked for an 30 minutes accompanied by Rabin. Then he had to go to the work, so I walked for a while and went to the obs/Gyn department. I was bit exhausted since having had little sleep on the following night. So, I took a nap for 30 minutes. I finished reading," The Standard" also finished the whole book, " ADHD & Me" this book is written by a teenager who was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 5. I was really awed to read the book written by a child prodigy. It was full of inspirations and I enjoyed reading from the first page to the last page. Terrific book!
I was accompanied by my course book, so read for a while. Since the TV was on, I really could not concentrate as much as I could concentrate on The Standard and the other book. Anyway, I tried to read/memorize for an hour. Then time came for us to move to another block, since the Obs/Gyn closes at 5:00pm. At 4:45pm, I along with other 5 Chinese ladies we were escorted to E2. It is a post-natal ward where we were able to see newly born cute guests. Some were crying uncontrollably, some were being fed by their mothers and some being nursed by the nurses and mid wives. This is actually my second time to be in that ward. Every time I go there and see the women and their babies, I can't hold my tears back. I put my feet on their shoes and envision. It makes me feel emotional, it is the fact that I will soon fall on the same category. I will also become a mother soon and will have a baby, whom I will be caressing like the other mothers there. It terrifies me and excites me thinking.

There were other 2-3 Nepalese women, who had delivered. In some mother's eyes, I could see the pain still from the labor. I imagine me being one of them, then tears stream on my face. When I look around the faces of other ladies who were with me, nothing have affected them. They seem quite and read their books/magazines. I wonder whether these women were touched seeing/hearing the babies cries. I avoid to make an eye contact with one of the ladies who was seated next to me on the couch. Few minutes later, I went to the ladies and there I eased myself by streaming more tears and making myself better.

After dinner, I had a long walk and returned to the ward. Since 6-8pm was the visiting hour for the patients, many people were there and the ward was covered with the family and the relatives of the patients. When I walked to the room afterward, it was so crowed, some babies were screaming while some were happily sucking their mother's breast, some people were cooing their babies. It was enjoyable to watch the whole scene, like a movie. Since the room where we were allocated was quite packed with the visitors, I thought about going to get some fresh air. As I was heading towards the lift, I met my old friend Rajan. Seeing him, I asked where his wife had delivered the baby. He said yes and after talking for few minutes, we entered the ward to see his wife. She was there with swollen eyes from the pain that she endured during labor and after the baby was born. She said she had a hard time, her stitching was done by done by the learner doctor, she said she screamed, as it was too much pain and yelled at him, " Are you trying to kill me, blah blah." She also said that she remembered her mother while giving birth. Hearing her story, I was so emotional and when I talked my voice was shaky, she looked like she was almost about to drop tears. On the other side, her baby was transferred to E9 for some complication. Rajan told me that there was something problem perhaps with the baby's vocal cord, when the baby cries, it sounds odd or something. This was another blow to them, she endured so much pain and she had to be departed from her newly born baby. They were only given limited time to see the baby nor could keep the baby by her side and breastfeed. I departed with her to take good care of herself and the baby will be soon good. I was frightened when she talked about labor and emotional pain.

My fingers were pricked 5 times, it gave me an ant bite pain. Every time the nurse takes my reading, I hurriedly scrutinize the page where she scribbled down my reading. Then I would ask her hastily, " Is it all right?" Then she would smile and said, " it seems okay, if any problem, the doctor will inform you tomorrow." It relaxes me. I talk to myself inwardly, " Not again, this will be the last time for the glucose test." Then I smile and mutters, " It is going to be fine. Why am I worrying?"

Finally after the last reading at 8:30pm, I gathered my bags and head to home, feeling lighter and happier. As I approached home, I was very much exhausted, whole day not being able to lie down properly. As soon as I get home, had a quick shower and hovered to my bed. I was woken up when Rabin opened the bedroom's door. I was dreaming. He woke me up and after a chit chat again I went to bed, as I was still tired and sleep.