Everytime I leave the room, the doctor comes in. Seriously, I have only caught the doctor for a brief second when she essentially just waved. This last time, I was in the john, when the the doctor comes in and before I flush she has already checked Tracy out.
The good news is that there has been some progress. We are at 8cm and the Doc enthusiastically said "going on 9." The head is hanging really low, which they tell me is good. My head is low, but it is because of this sucky chair/sleeper thingy.
Everything is looking good however. The Doc said,
we Tracy, might be able to start pushing within 45 minutes. Good news. The bad news is that Sherri said pushing could last anywhere from 20 minutes to 3 friggin' hours. I might miss House tonight.
I am finishing off a box of Junior Mints. I don't want my new girl thinking Daddy stinks. This update has been brought to you by Cole Financial Planning, commission-free financial planning and investment advice for people from all walks of life. :)
Time to get ready for the epidural.
The sweet nectar of comfort.
The line's in, the discomfort fading. The wait continues. 4.5 cm @ ~8:15.
It is ten till ten. In-laws are here and my sister just stopped by. It's getting hard to concentrate on cards, too tired to read, and too jacked on my fifth cup of coffee to nap.
Of course, I can't complain. Tracy is doing the work here and she is doing great. They gave her some Ambien, but I don't know that she got that much sleep either.
I played online poker (play money) and got up pretty good until I got tired and tried to bluff a flush "all in." I got called by the chip leader and he busted me out, so I called it a night, or at least I had hoped to. I went to breakfast a little before seven. The doctor came in while I was gone and broke Tracy's water. At 7:35 AM she was at 4cm. She seems to be feeling pretty good, since she can now have an epidural at any time she decides she is ready. She also seems pretty excited that she doesn't have to get up to go to the bath room anymore courtesy of the bed pan. Long day ahead, I think I'll play some virtual cards again.
We at the hospital!
This was the time, by the time we got settled in. Gown on, car parked, IV started.
Tracy getting used to the surroundings.
There is no getting used to this however. The first meal in the hospital and the last meal she will eat before becoming a mother. UGGH!
But then came family. There is no comfort like the comfort of family.
May 7, Birmingham, AL
Tracy H. Cole, of McCalla, AL will be admitted to a local hospital the evening of Monday, May 7th, where she will take sleep medicine while her body prepares for labor induction scheduled for the morning of Tuesday, May 8th. We will keep an eye on the situation and provide updates right here if and when any news breaks and time allows.
You can watch this online or read the transcript at Bill Moyers PBS page.
Tonight he is having an interview with Jon Stewart. I doubt I will catch it since I am fishing a tournament tomorrow, but I will watch online later.
I had a brief stint in a college band called "Grits." My participation was more of a joke than anything but we had a good time. The old neighbors that lived across the street would come over and watch us practice. We had maybe two gigs, but we made up a cult following of ourselves. Among the tracks we cut for our "rockumentary" were Track of the Moon Beast, Frogs, 844,739, Red Eye Gravy and this little dittie about that favorite children's candy.