So the contractions kept coming at regular 7 minute intervals and Bobby played the Cosby show while neither of us watched. I tried to lay down and expected no sleep to come. There was just excitement and waiting for the pain to get more intense. By two o'clock in the morning I was up carrying out the birth plan ideas of walking, using the yoga ball and concentrating of relaxing. I distinctly remember Bobby making me a peanut butter sandwhich for protein. I made myself eat it and chugged cold water and hot water. I couldn't make up my mind so Bobby brought me both. And for every contraction he was there. He would let me hold on to his neck and just be in that moment with me. By five o'clock we glanced at the paper where Bobby recorded my contractions. It filled up a full sized notebook paper and half of the back. We just stared at it, so proud of my progress. The contractions were at six minutes apart by then, lasting about a minute each. We decided a change of scenery was necessary so we went out the door of our apartment and climbed a flight of stairs to get our first glimpse of the moon- full and beautiful just like my gigantor stomach. The night was cool and I had the feeling that I couldn't quite believe our next door neighbors were sleeping when such a major thing was happening one wall away. By seven o'clock the contractions were five minutes apart lasting about a minute each for about an hour. It was time to go to the hospital. We got our stuff and I glanced back at the apartment on my way out of the door knowing that God willing we would be returning with our joy from Heaven! The trip to the hospital was a blip in the grand scheme. We passed my neighbor on the way out and I vaguely remember Bobby answering her question of "Is that baby here yet?" by pointing to me and just saying something like "The time is now" in a hush hush way. I was calm and excited. My day had finally come!
( t.b.c.)
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