...and waiting...

Saturday afternoon. I’d like to say things are getting better, but they’re not. Not that they’re getting worse. Heather may argue that point, though. We thought things were on the fast track around 1pm, when we went for a walk. This seemed to alleviate some pain for her and the contractions began to start coming at a more regular rate, averaging every five minutes. The key, from the hospital point of view, is to have consistent contractions. That means five minutes apart and lasting for one minute for a whole hour.

We were real close to that at 2pm, so Heather called the hospital. After speaking with a nurse, it was decided to wait a bit more to where they are much more consistent. Unfortunately, after the call, the contractions have become more spread out… about ten minutes apart. The duration stays between one minute and one-fifteen, but the intensity of the pain has not lessened.

Needless to say, Heather is my hero. She’s being a real trooper and has a good handle on some of the coping techniques. But it is very difficult to watch her go through the pain. So, now we’re just waiting for the contractions to be a little more consistent. Hopefully things will get moving and we can get this over with. Otherwise we’re in for a long night.