Wednesday night was fun. Shawn and I had an atypical date night at the hospital, then out to dinner (that part was more typical). I’ll be delivering at LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City because they’re on my insurance plan, but I had never been there before. They schedule tours only on Wednesday nights, so we made plans to join the group. There were probably 10 to 12 expecting mamas there, along with their men, so it was a large ensemble. A cute nurse showed us around and explained procedure.
LDS Hospital is super old (erected in 1905!), but of course it’s seen many renovations. The labor and delivery area, in particular, was renovated only a few years ago. It’s a large hospital, especially compared to the little one where I delivered Graham in 2013. Despite its size, though, the labor and delivery floor was very quiet. The nursery was empty, and the nurses seemed to be enjoying a low-stress evening. Nothing will compare to Northside Hospital, Atlanta, where I delivered Finn in 2010. They deliver more babies than any other hospital in the United States! And that’s how I got stuck waiting for an available room while I was in the late stages of labor. Basically, this go-round will be a good in-between. I’ve also heard the food is really good (what?!), so I’m looking forward to that.
I was impressed by the size of the labor and delivery rooms and the availability of tubs and birthing balls. The recovery/maternity rooms, on the other hand, were tiny! The smallest I’ve seen. So, when my kids come to visit, they probably won’t be able to stay long. Besides seeing and holding my new baby, the thing I’m looking forward to most is watching how my kids interact with their new baby brother!
I really enjoyed having a full group on the tour and observing how other women were approaching delivery. I wish I could have asked everyone a few questions! When are you due? Is this your first baby, or have you had others? What’s your plan for delivery? By the questions they were asking, I learned that one woman (the lady due soonest, after me) was planning to encapsulate and ingest her placenta. Another was concerned about having few interventions, so her birth could be as natural as possible. A long-haired lady whose husband had a cool Australian accent was recording every bit of information in a notebook. It was also really sweet to see all the dads there supporting their women and asking questions. So many memories came back as we discussed the details of labor, birth and recovery. It seems more real now than ever!
After pre-registering with the hospital (note: they reassured me that all of their pediatricians would be accepted by my insurance, but warned that the anesthesiologist might not!), Shawn and I headed out for dinner. The hospital is in the cutest part of town, filled with historic homes; narrow, tree-lined streets; and just downhill from the beautiful capitol building. We ate at a little bistro with outdoor seating and locally sourced ingredients. It could be a long while before we can have normal nights out again (like, until the baby is old enough to leave with a sitter), so we enjoyed the tranquility!