My best friend went into labor last night and I must say that I feel stupendously useless, as all I can manage to do is sit with my cell phone and be terribly nervous. Not that I could do much else, seeing as she’s nearly 2000 miles away, but still.
10 years ago when one of my best friends was giving birth, it took 54 hours. Not too sound discouraging or anything. I had 36 hours of labor myself. If this is her first, it may take longer than one might expect.
That said, there’s stuff you can do, such as searching the web for cool quotes and stuff, print it out, and make a decoupaged greeting card. Kinda like, “Hey newbie!”
Hey, I’m waiting for MYSELF to give birth here and that’s a wee bit stressful, too!
(Actually, I’m waiting for true labor to start instead of this on-again, off-again stuff, but I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to bitch about it.)
Best of luck to you, your friend, and the new arrival!
Ooh, I should’ve totally seen that one coming. Ouch.
Thanks, all. I did send a whole bunch of flowers her way in a fit of enthusiasm. Poor girl is drugged to the gills; I can’t wait to have a coherent conversation with her.
And I have seen pictures. He’s so adorable! I’m flying out there to visit in the beginning of November. Hopefully things will have settled down by then and I can babysit Devon for a bit and give mom and dad some breaktime. And, of course, spoil him rotten.
It’s so strange. My best friend is the first person really close to me to have a child, and I just can’t help but feel completely flooded with emotion every time I look at his picture. I want so many things for him, you know? Happiness, success… I want him to be a good man. It seems a lot to foist on a newborn, though, so most of the time I just giggle about how cute he is.