|Labor and delivery room.|
And after she had come, we moved to a room like this:
One of my friends from S's company had a baby, yesterday, and we went to visit last night. Her recovery room looked like this:
|This is only an example. Her room looked much more run down. And it was smaller. And not a bright. |
As the Army hates me, and wants me to die here in the worst place in the world, if we continue with the current family plan, I will be recovering in a room much like the one above (only smaller, uglier, and darker). The most depressing place to bond with your new baby. Ever.
She didn't even have a rocking chair. She was literally stuck in the horrible, uncomfortable, hospital bed. Because there was no where else for her to go. Bathroom? Around the corner. Privacy? None.
As unimpressed as I was with my labor and delivery experience the first time around, the recovery room was definitely nothing to sneeze at. I had a private bathroom, a place for my husband to sleep, a rocking chair. I could use my cell phone, I could be as naked as I wanted to promote breastfeeding, I had no strangers barging in on me, it was quiet... I will have none of the above here. I will have to share the most beautiful and simultaneously disgusting hours of my life with perfect strangers.
It's so very, very, very depressing. Like Washington. It's like they planned it that way.
I can only hope and wish and pray for some miracle that will send us far, far away from this place. So I can have as good a bonding experience with #2 as I did with E. Because that's what it will take :(. (Stupid Army).
(Above L&D pictures are from Northside Hospital in Atlanta, GA)