Once again, as captured at the time.
7:59pm: We arrive back at the hospital, which is much less crowded than earlier. The receptionist working the evening shift directs all of her questions towards Sea. When she asks for insurance information and I hand her mine, she says “Oh, it’s you?”
8:57pm: I’m hooked up to the monitor again. I’m still cramping, muscles gripping in a way that reads (slightly) on the printed traces. The nurses are talking about food poisoning and heart attacks.
9:13pm: The nurse comes and reads the monitor’s printouts. She tells us that the regular cramps are, in fact, contractions. She’s pleased with this, but less pleased with the fact that Bingo seems to be sleeping. She leaves and comes back with a styrofoam cup of too-sweet orange juice, which I drink/spill inelegantly down my front.
9:38pm: The doctor, the same doctor as before, comes to check my progress. He looks at the recorded contractions, before doing a very uncomfortable, thorough internal exam. I’m now apparently a fingertip dialated. Contractions + dialation = enough progress to result in the cancellation of gel, round 2. He summarizes: “Things are progressing… slowly.” Sea and I are told to go home and come back either when labor picks up or at 10:30am, whichever comes first.
9:45pm: Sea and I are worried about the cancelling of gel, round 2. On our way out we ask the doctor if he thinks labor will stop or progress overnight. He tells us that he’s “impressed” with my progress, that earlier he had been sure more than one round of gel would be necessary, that labor could stop but that it’s more likely that it won’t. Way to impress the doctor, Bingo!
So now we hurry up and wait, once again. Our support people are on standby, and we’re home to try to sleep. Contractions are coming frequently but not intensely. We’ll see how much of the next 24 hours I can blog, but I expect they’re going to be big ones!