Other than the obvious mental preparation I was going through I actually wanted to get myself physically ready for May 30th. I would soon not only be busy with a newborn baby but also recovering from – let’s face it – major surgery and a not-so-short 5-day hospital stay, so it was safe to assume that I would not have time for any sort of grooming or beauty pampering whatsoever for a while.
What’s more, laying in one of those unflattering gowns in a hospital bed with a bunch of devices hooked-up to you is just not a winning look! So I had to have my hands perfectly manicured and my feet perfectly pedicured! I can’t stand unkempt nails! Plus, I wanted to look good for my daughter
Not to mention the obvious necessity to look perfect down there! How mortifying it was to think of the number of people who were about to see me half naked! Yes, I know, they’re not “people”, they’re medical staff, but STILL! I’m prudish like that.
As I was getting my mani-pedi I could over-hear (or just hear since they were so loud) a lady and her manicurist talking about how you’re not supposed to have any nail polish on when you’re going in to deliver your baby. In my mind I thought: “that couldn’t be true or nurse K would have told me so!”
I was determined to keep my mani-pedi on no matter what! I gave nurse K a call as soon as I stepped out of the salon and she confirmed what I had presumed. Back in the old times and probably still today in some countries they check the color of your nails to make sure they’re not turning blue when you’re having surgery, in other words that your heart isn’t stopping. Obviously nowadays there are devices that serve this purpose. Crisis averted!