Best. Graffiti. Ever.

Yesterday I thought the baby had pneumonia, so off to hospital we went. Max came too, the three of us sat in the waiting room eating box after box of Pringles.

I hadn't been to the hospital since Rocco was born .... exactly 13 months ago today. I remember the morning Dave and I drove in for my c-section, Dave stopped at our local cafe to get himself a coffee. I waited in the car, couldn't face seeing anyone. Someone I knew came out of the cafe after just speaking to Dave, and made a beeline to my car. "Oh fuck OFF!!" I remember thinking. I slunk down but she came up and tapped on my window anyway. I wound it down a smidge, she stood gaping at me in horror, wanting to know how I was "fee-eeling", tsk tsk.

My husband has a bellyful of tumours and I have a bellyful of baby, how the fuck do you think I am fee-eeling?

So last night, a doctor finally came out to see us, he caught me mid-crunch with about ten Pringles in my mouth and I had to chew quickly and wipe my greasy hands on my jeans. Rocco doesn't have pneumonia, but his ear infection has still not cleared up so he is on a stronger dose of antibiotics. The doc was really nice, and, like everybody who meets Rocco, remarked on what a happy baby he is. I noticed the doc had something happen to his face - maybe a stroke or something, leaving his lip all fat and droopy. Later that night I was to dream of a terrible version of him, freaking me the fuck out, saying ..."Eeeeeden, sometimes things turn out NOT how we expect them."

We left the ER, and on a whim I turned left instead of right. I told Max we would just go and see what midwives were on, say hi to them.

It was strange and eerie, to go back there. We walked in and the maternity unit was deserted, not a person to be seen. The only thing missing was a tumbleweed. Reception, all the rooms .... empty. I held Rocco and crept over to Room 2. "Hey Max, remember this was mummies room?" It was dark in there, and held some pretty bad memories for me. I remembered the Wednesday night in particular when Rocco was three days old .... a midwife had taken him out that night so I could get some sleep.

Some kind of ghost ... perhaps the grim reaper himself, kept coming into my room when I slept. Twice I was woken by the feeling of choking around my neck. So awful. I buzzed to get Rocco back, and it never happened again ... like having him in there with me protected me against something.

So last night, we turned to leave ..... and there appears an old lady with a zimmerframe, inching her way down the hall. In the childrens ward, she was the only person there. Creepy, yet somehow fitting.

We drove away from the hospital, to our warm house where all is well and there is much dysfunction but also much laughter. I looked at Max and Rocco and loved on them so very much, determined to start living in the moment with them more.

Max and I came back home wearing stolen face masks, telling Dave and then Tim that I had swine flu. Dave just laughed, but I fully had Tim going - handed him a mask and said, "Mate, we are all quarantined now. I'm so sorry ... please don't tell anyone, I'm so embarrassed." He freaks out, I fall on his floor laughing my head off. He orders me out of his room, I went over to his mirror saying, "Wow, this is so cool. It's like, I'm a doctor. SCALPEL!"

Apparently I bought a new hoodie, to match my blog header.

Today I took possibly the best photo I've ever taken in my life. I parked the car, stood on the side of the road, and just laughed, snapping away shots of it. It's even better than the penis graffiti. This is like, hands down, best graffiti ever.
I'm posting it to share the love with all of you.

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PURE GENIUS.