Unreasonable demands
Today is exactly a month away until I am due. To “celebrate” this feat I had my intake conversation with the “neonatal care” (Dutch: Kraamzorg) that every Dutch woman is entitled to. It consist of a minimum of 3 hours of help every day for 8 days where you are being taught all the principles of motherhood. The lady gave me a whole list of things that I need to fulfill, including their non-smoking policy. Which is an absolute must. I told her I could not guarantee such a thing as Reinout is way too fond of his cigars. But the woman wasn’t going to give up that easily.
- Can’t he smoke his cigars outside?
- Good point, I replied. But have you ever seen a gentleman smoking his cigars in the garden? It’s like taking your whisky in the kitchen. It’s a no no.
She clearly had no sympathy, but I felt it had more to do with the fact that whiskey’s and cigars (and gentlemen for that matter) were novel concepts, quite out of her own experience. I promised to pass on the message and made a qualified effort to end the call.
On Wednesday I have my appointment with the midwife and I don’t think I will be able to escape that easily. Although I have the deepest respect and admiration for midwifes and hospital personnel alike, I often find them “stuck in their ways”, with little respect for individuality. Therefore, every time I’ve been to my monthly midwife appointment, I have kept the conversation to a bare minimum. Never complaining or asking questions…if you do it opens up a minefield which I don’t even want to contemplate. But my feeling is that my coming visit will be a somewhat different affair. We shall see…
