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Thursday, July 16, 2009

In the Recovery Room

Once I was in the recovery room I repeatedly asked for ice chips (the only thing that I had for 24 hours, my last meal was dinner of a liquid meal the night before). After ignoring my request for a few times while she was busy hooking me up. monitoring my heart beat, checking my blood pressure and all, the nurse told me that I she was told I can't have anything through the mouth so she needed to ask the doctor if I can have ice chips. I found out that the nurse was also from my country and was nice after all.

My husband called the number that CBR gave us for the collection of my daughter's cord blood. After an hour or so someone called him telling him the collector is downstairs already.When the man came up, my husband completed the form and gave the cord blood to him.

A nurse from the nursery also came. She introduced herself to my husband and I telling us that she was assigned to care for our baby. She had a consent form for Hepatitis B vaccine. We signed a waiver instead telling her that we will wait and that our baby's pediatrician would gave it to her.
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