It's 11:15 pm on the childrens ward in the hospital and I'm finally having a coffee. These places are pretty heartbreaking. My boy is wheezing etc and so really not in a bad way like lots of other child patients. It brings the birth all flooding back. Jacob poked me in one eye leaving it bloodshot and now I've not slept well for days/weeks my eyes are a mess. The reception seemed to view me as totally inebriated but hopefully my speaking to them to ask something corrected that. 

Nobody tells you anything for hours at a time in hospitals and  even I struggle to zone out for that long. I can sit for hours under boring conditions but hospitals push that to the limit. 
The doctors who you wait for are with kids who are worse off so you really should be thankful for the long wait. God only knows what time I will leave. Been here four hours with less than ten mins of attention. 
I guess it's the same for all.

July 19  09:30 am
 My boy is still in hospital.