On Friday morning when I woke up, I saw Silvina out of bed standing up. Apparently she had just taken a walk around the halls on the doctors orders to help heal her wounds. I was surprised because the way she was looking and sounding the night before, I thought that she would be bedridden for a while.
Her folks had dropped in before work and were all lively and excited to see their new granddaughter. To tell the truth, I was in no shape to see anyone, so I went to take a well needed shower. The shower was terrible. I felt more water pressure from a drinking fountain - and more water too.
In the late afternoon Silvina's folks and her brother stopped in for another visit, but the baby was being a bit finicky. Silvina was going to feed her so they gave us their congratulations and left. I was looking forward to going home too. The cramped quarters, little privacy,and poor facilities were straining my tolerance levels.
Some time before supper we got a call to say that a private room had openned up. Needless to say, we jumped at it. To us, the difference was like moving from a communal tent to a five star hotel. I would say that the room was bigger than the semi-private room, and it was all for us! Room to move around, no worries about the baby crying - a big relief.
That evening my folks came by. They were lucky enough to see the baby at her best, and in the private room to boot.
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