To the Moon and Back - My Mothering Journey

So I got the letter in the mail confirming my appointment at KEMH the other day. It kinda reaffirmed the fact that it really does look like I'm heading south to have this baby.

The appointment was made for this Friday (WTF?) so I've had to ring up and cancel and make another at a more suitable time. Hubby has to get the time off work to take me, not to mention the fact that we were trying to get Ella's appointment at PMH Mobility Clinic for the same day.

Anyway, so I was on the phone to the (cranky) lady at KEMH and she proceeded to tell me that I cannot get an afternoon appointment, they only do mornings.

Well.Fucking.Great.

So the latest appointment I can have is for 10.15am, which means that we will have to leave at some horrible hour of the morning in order to make my appointment. Duane can only get the one day off (was hoping to drive down Friday, appointment Friday arvo, stay the night and drive back Saturday) so it's going to be such a rush.

I am so bloody annoyed at the whole damn thing. All this hassle for a bloody antenatal appointment. At a hospital I don't even WANT TO BIRTH AT, but alas, I have NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER. God I am fuming.

Where is the compassion for us rural patients that have to travel just to give birth to our babies, at a hospital we've never been to before, hundreds of kilometres from our homes, family and friends?

Where has the choice gone for a women to birth where she'd like to? Gosh, I'd have the damn thing at home if I had the confidence to.

I really am irate at the moment. My mind is muddled from frustration.

I am just PRAYING TO GOD that I lose this weight and keep it off. God, please give me the strength.