If you’ll excuse the rather personal post today…
Tomorrow is my daughter’s first birthday and I am angry. Not with her, she’s such a delight and it’s very hard to remember sometimes that she’s not actually even a year old because she doesn’t act like it, but with how the events surrounding her birth unfolded.
I’ve written about them in great detail but never published them, but I might actually. I’m tired of reading about how the hospitals are reviewing their emergency procedures or feelgood stories in the local rags about “dogged determinism” and “rising above the tragedy” of enduring a Category 5 cyclone. I want people to know what a colossal clusterfuck the whole ordeal was, but I’m wary of the lack of journalistic integrity of the local paper and don’t want to be misquoted or misrepresented. I do still feel as though the scary ineptitude of the disaster management plan should be told from a patient’s perspective, however.
I do want to take the opportunity to immortalise in words just how important one person’s actions were though – Penelope May, there is no way I would have survived without you.
Penny picked my husband up from the airport at 4am after he took the last available flight out of town, despite only arriving back into the country a mere five hours beforehand. She drove him to the hospital and gave him a place to stay when they were told that neither myself or our daughter had arrived yet. The hospital took away most of my meals uneaten because I was down in the special care unit feeding my daughter and they would only leave them there for half an hour – Penny brought us food. The hospital refused to supply us more nappies because we were overstaying our welcome and had used our allotted nappy stores, the hospital pharmacy didn’t stock them and James wandered for two hours without finding a shop so it was Penny who brought us nappies in her lunch break. Penny brought me moisurisers and lip balms when my face began to crack because of my severe dehydration. Penny and her husband gave James clothes to wear and a phone charger because he’d had to jump onto the last available flight out of town with next to no notice.
Thank you Penny, for ever and always xoxo.