It seems like things might be changing round here, can't put my finger on it (what is a finger anyway?) but there's a different atmosphere, I can hear Mummy and Daddy talking as normal, but they're definitely not at home. They are speaking a lot quieter to me and I've not had a story for a while. I seem to be being poked in the shoulder and bum by those cold hard lumps a strange voice calls a "monitor" a lot more than the once a week I am used to and I've heard Mummy complaining an awful lot that she doesn't want to be in hospital, she wishes she didn't have stupid pre-eclampsia and she'd been really looking forward to her home-birth. Still in between all the moaning and complaining I think Mummy and Daddy are OK really although Mummy is really sad when Daddy is sent home at 11pm and we don't get any sleep all night because of the terrible racket of babies screaming all night, when I do drop off Mummy wakes me moaning about the "bloody lights being left on" and telling me to please get off her bladder as she is embarrassed to have to walk all the way down the ward to the toilet every 30 minutes.
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