The Lindo Wing at St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington, London, is a place of birthing perfection.
It was the green tea at The Lindo Wing that got me. As I reached out and gripped the warm cup of green goodness every inch of stabbing pain disappeared.
The thick, blizzard like snow falling down around me was practically invisible, oh yes – the sun was shining bright in my world. I’d just given birth to my first baby boy, Leo, at St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington, after a 48-hour labour – in the midst of one of London’s worst snow storms.
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My little darling was quite the beast. He was 10 days late and twice induced. To say he wouldn’t come out is an understatement: he couldn’t come out: this little cherub weighed in at a whopping 10-pound 8 baby (5ks) and was delivered by emergency- c-section after what felt like an epic battle in the bowels of the World War 2 style delivery suite.
My only real memory after labouring for that long was the blue paint peeling from the walls.. the blood curdling screams of labouring women..and over worked nurses running from bed to bed.
So I felt rather smug when I busted out of the over-crowded, understaffed public ward just 8-hours post c-section to try my luck at The Lindo Wing. That magical place where PRINCESSES and PRINCES are born.
Yes! That’s where I was going. And no-one was going to stop me.
Not even the scowling registrar signing my release forms.
I was off to the ROYAL ward. London would have to freeze over before I stayed public any longer. Not when the royal ward was free, thanks to my health insurance.
My mother bumped and dragged my wheelchair over the old London cobbles, excruciating pain piercing my middle. My husband hurried to clear the paperwork that would allow us into that magical place where unicorns roam and elephants fly… where they offer you green tea at their heavenly gates.