So, all went well with the growth scan. The baby is exactly average on the measurement scale and there is a reasonable-but-not-too-much amount of fluid in there with it. The scan technician pointed out that I was very short waisted and therefore, the baby has no place to go but forwards. I had a large 'Doh!' moment - it makes so much sense.
Otherwise though, I have to say that our experience at the hospital at Shrewsbury was rather, well, shit.
I know it's a much larger, much more medical-type unit than Welshpool and therefore it's bound to have more of the 'sausage factory' feel about it. But I don't think that's an excuse for midwife that saw us to so pompous and patronising. Or for no-one to really tell us what was going on or ask us if we were already having ante-natal care. Or for Pompous Midwife to rant on at me about taking a non-standard iron tonic. Or for her to leave us in our cubicle for twenty minutes whilst we could hear her through the curtain in the corridor outside, chatting with someone else about something pretty banal. Or for us to overhear her instructing the doctor who was coming in to see us that he could 'discharge us' - I wasn't aware that there was anything for us to be discharged FROM. Or for them to tell us that the amount of fluid in the womb was normal and that everything was fine. But then to allow us to overhear her saying to the doctor that the fluid levels in the womb were on the low side and to ask that we came back for another scan in a fortnight.
All in all, I felt completely lacking in control of what was going on and had to fight a reflex to scarper from the cubicle before anyone came back in. On the way home I made B promise not to let me go to Shrewsbury under any circumstances.
This was back up by the story we were told by a freecycler who we went to pick some cot blankets up from. She went to Shrewsbury to be induced three or four years ago. They sent her husband home, allowed her to labour all night without any pain relief or assistance whilst she was crying and calling out for him, told him when he rang in in the morning that she had spent a very comfortable night and then refused to telephone him at her request to ask him to come in.
I am NOT going to Shrewsbury if there are any complications. We are looking at alternatives.
And this morning I was sick again. Twice.
Dad is slightly worse today. He's more confused and dozy in himself and they are going to be keeping him in for at least two or three weeks, because they need to endoscope him again after that time to see whether his stomach lining has healed. He is off most of his drugs, warfrin and his arthritis medication included, so his ulcerated leg is very painful and his hands are sore. Whether he stays in Musgrove Park or is sent to the local cottage hospital closer to home in the interim is being discussed. It would probably be better for him if he goes to the smaller hospital - firstly because it's close for Ma to visit, secondly because it's smaller and friendlier and thirdly, because unlike Musgrove, it doesn't have MRSA.
Back Monday, we're visiting them over the weekend. Thank you, everyone, for all your good wishes.