The J-Man was born during Hurricane Katrina, though we are many hundreds of miles away from New Orleans. However, our hospital politely but insistently urged us out the door to make room for the wave of Katrina moms heading our way. That was fine by us, though, as we didn’t want to be there any longer than necessary. 36 hours was plenty.
So, just in time for the impending arrival of The Bean, we have THE FLU FORMERLY KNOWN AS SWINE FLU PANIC! Ignoring the actual realities of whether this constitutes a real emergency, there are practical issues here to consider. The first place in a hospital they’re going to lock down in the event they go into some sort of quarantine mode – at about the same time as the ER – is the labor and delivery wing. The hospital we’re going to has a completely separate L&D unit with only one way in, which means they can completely barricade it if necessary. And just because it’s us, Lord knows they probably will by the time we get there.
I don’t want to make too much light of this, but in the grand scheme of things I need to worry about amidst the swarm of stuff trying to get on my list, flu that people here aren’t realizing they have until they’ve gotten over it ranks about 400th. I guess I have a different sense of what I need to panic about these days. If it gets worse, I’ll pay attention. If the hospital makes me wear a hazmat suit to the delivery room, whatever.
If they don’t let the J-Man see him on neutral turf before this wrinkly, screaming kid shows up at the house, we’re going to have a problem. If they cancel school, I’m reopening it myself. All the kids can wear Space Bags if they have to. Those bags aren’t useful for anything else.
But anyway, if you start wondering whether you need to worry about the Bacon Bug, go here and see. And remember, cough into your sleeve, but keep eating lots of bacon.