The day started like many others of the previous few months. Elise's parents stopped by early to watch Sam while we went to the doctor. My expectations were low. Our hopes had been high two days previous that the baby was close to coming, but there had been no advancement since last week, and we left the doctor's office on Monday discouraged.
I believe we had resigned ourselves to wait another week. Nonetheless, Elise delved into her bag of tricks and invoked every urban myth and old wives' tale in order to expedite Peter's arrival. She ate spicy food at Leftovers Tuesday night and took a brisk walk with her mother around the neighborhood. She even had me massaging pressure points on the back of her ankles.
Well...whatever she did, worked.
She had advanced significantly in three days and the doctor told us to go home, pack our bag and head on over to the hospital.
"Huh? Wait a sec...what was that?"
"Go ahead and head on over to the hospital."
"Right now...?"
We were having a baby today.
As we left the doctor's office, she called back and reported that the maternity ward somehow inexplicably filled in the last hour, so take our time. Head over around noon. We rushed home, regardless. Showered and got Sam squared away. We left him in good hands. Nanny, Grandad and Ma were in control (see previous post... :)
When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse took us to the recovery room while a delivery room was readied. She asked us a technical question, I don't recall now, and Elise and I both just kind of looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We didn't have any answers. Elise suggested she call the doctor. She just told us to come.
Once we settled into our room, Elise started on an IV and the medication that helps facilitate contractions. We watched "You've Got Mail" with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
The rest, as they say, is history...
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