Someone, I�ve reflected over this thread most of yesterday. It still brings back such lovely memories for me. My wife, God rest her, was always a victim to my rather abstract sense of humour. Labour for my son was almost 18 hours and at one point we left hospital and went for a walk. But the exhaustion was overtaking both of us. After our son was born, it was around midnight, my wife was moved to one of the ward bays. I climbed into bed with her and held her in my arms. I didn�t realise we had fallen asleep. I was being aggressively nudged by our Chinese nurse, saying with a very heavy accent �hey miser, you can�t do dat here, you go now.� I remember turning to the woman and saying, �No, no, it�s okay, we�re on BUPA!� I left quickly afterwards as I think the nurse headed out to get security.
I was back about 6 hours later. No one pestered us most of the morning, until the same nurse was back. I was sitting in the chair beside the bed, holding my son, whilst my wife slept peacefully beside me. The nurse told me I had to leave again. I asked her why. She said the baby had to be fed. I told her I�d been trying to for several hours but my nipples were really hurting and did she have anything I could take.
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