Guilt is the next feeling, guilt that here we are at home, no worries about leaving dad alone, no worries about watching someone 24/7. A peculiar relief but every unoccupied moment makes you wonder what Mum is up to in hospital and how she is feeling. The report from the hospital this morning is that they had a rough time with her yesterday but they are amazed at her personality; going around and telling all the patients that they will be better soon. She ran down the corridor looking for 2 babies (a frequent task) and had a fall hitting her head on the corner of a table. We have been advised not to visit for a few days to unsettle her, so we are hanging back at present savouring the rest. I personally am not sure if I can visit in the hospital. I have such negative feelings about the place...it should be a soft environment with separate wards perhaps mirroring the local home by being built on a quadrant so patients can walk around and around to stop the feelings of being trapped.