My spirits lifted this evening, when son uttered a monumental statement ‘ I’m feeling loads better’. Not only does he feel better than he has for weeks but he looks better as well as the yellowish pallor has been replaced by a healthy, pink hue. He still has extremely sunken cheeks, huge eyes, a sinewy neck and a skeletal frame but he looks more alive than dead now. This morning he and DIL went to the local supermarket and bought him some clothes to tide him over until he starts putting the weight back on, he has lost 4 stone in 8 months. Today is the first day when he has not suffered any spasms from his intestine and that has just made a huge difference to his whole perspective on life now and in the future. He still worries about infection, and pays a great deal of attention to any discomfort around the wound. This extends centrally from just below the xiphisternum (the bottom of the chest bone) to about 3 inches below the umbilicus, which it does a little detour around. It is healing well but around the staples there is slight inflammation, it will be good when they are removed on Tuesday. Life around him is not a bed of roses, he is often anxious, frequently short-tempered and he hogs the remote control, but it is all worth it just to see him looking so much better.
DIL is positively blooming, she seems to be coping exceptionally well with her pregnancy going post-dates. Tonight we had a curry. While son, yes he ventured into a less bland cuisine, had an extremely mild garlic chicken, DIL had a bhuna which is more spicy than she would normally have and, I suspect, a final ditch attempt to avoid a stretch and sweep! This afternoon she asked me if it was really brutal. I went off into my explanation ‘ I would describe it as uncomfortable rather than painful. Basically, the midwife will do an internal examination and attempt to find your cervix. If the cervix is in a central position it’s not too bad, but if it’s behind the baby’s head it is more difficult’. At this point I took my sock off and, with the aid of an orange artfully placed into the foot and masquerading as the baby’s head, I demonstrated how the cervix (the cuff) could be pulled up behind the orange (the head), bit like an eclipse really. I recommended that if the cervix was posterior then she should clench both fists and put them under her buttocks, no, not punch the midwife. Once again using my sock containing the orange, I showed how tilting it would alter the degree by which the cervix (cuff) was posterior so making it easier to stretch, the cervix, and sweep, the membranes. Americans call it stripping the membranes as basically the aim is to ‘encourage’ the membranes to lift from the uterus. During this Hubby and son sat there exchanging uncomfortable looks, I suspect that it was a case of ‘too much information’. Hubby has announced that he is going out tomorrow morning!