An update to the “My Wife Is Pregnant, And The Baby Isn’t Mine…” thread –
At the moment, we’re currently a little more than two weeks away from the projected due date. Last night, as Linda and I were watching TV, she said “I think I might be in labor”. Hmmm…ok, not too surprising. At her doctor appointment last Thursday her doc told her “Ok, we’ll make your next appointment for next Thursday, but I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing you before then”.
So I got out the stopwatch and beginning at 11:00 last night we started timing contractions while we watched TV. They were eight minutes apart for quite awhile, making their way down to a steady five minutes apart by around 2:00 am. Yeah, this was the real deal, but the timing was very bad. We knew that once we decided to go to the hospital, we were going to be setting a lot of people into motion:
–M&M would be coming down from New York City
–My mother-in-law would have to come and get our daughter
–Linda’s doula (professional pregnancy coach, basically) would have to be called in
So, rather than call all these people in the middle of the night (not to mention the two of us getting zero sleep), we decided to try and get some shut-eye for as long as possible. I got about two hours (in several short dozes) and Linda got about an hour.
Finally, at about 5:00 am the contractions were coming about three to four minutes apart. Ok, this is not a drill – time to make the phone calls!
I packed up my daughter and went to meet my MIL at the halfway point between out houses, about a half-hour away (Shayla was terribly excited by the prospect of a surprise trip to Grandma and Grandpa’s. She was also amazed at the 5:00 am world – “Look daddy…it’s dark!”). Then it was time to zip back home, grab Linda, and get to the hospital.
By about 7:30, all was well – M&M, the doula, Linda and I were all present and accounted for in Linda’s hospital room…and, nothing. Contractions had slowed dramatically, so they had her spend about an hour walking the corridors of the hospital in an attempt to kickstart hard labor. No go, though. After a few hours, it became clear that while the baby would be joining us in the near future, it wasn’t going to be that near. We opted to pack up and head back home, with everyone feeling pretty sure that we’d be back sometime in the next 24 hours.
Now Linda is downstairs making up for lost sleep while I load up the MP3 player we bought for her yesterday (you know…so she could listen to music when she eventually goes into labor). And now, it’s time for me to get in on some of that napping action myself. More details as they come in!