My son called earlier to let me know that his wife has been ordered to bed because her blood pressure is too high. Probably because of the pregnancy. She had a doctor's appointment today, and there is no change, so they have decided to admit her to the hospital and induce labor even though the baby is not due for another week.
I start praying immediately. Induced labor is always stronger than natural labor. I wish I were closer to help with the girls. My son will have his hands full trying to take care of everyone and still be there for the birth. He rushes home to care for the livestock and replenish the girls' activity bags. After a hurried meal, they head back to the hospital. Things were a bit delayed because the doctor got called away for an emergency. But things are starting to happen. Regular contractions. The work has begun.
I leave my phone on, ready to answer. I am hungry for information, but I know they will call when there is something to report. I remember my own labors and births and feel just a tinge of envy that is quickly doused by reality. Having a new baby is grand, but what a lot of work follows! Not to mention the pain and the tether.
I give up at midnight. They will let me know. I text my son to tell him to call me no matter the hour. He says he will. I am surprised that I can sleep at all, and for awhile, wake every so often to look at the clock and pray. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
I start praying immediately. Induced labor is always stronger than natural labor. I wish I were closer to help with the girls. My son will have his hands full trying to take care of everyone and still be there for the birth. He rushes home to care for the livestock and replenish the girls' activity bags. After a hurried meal, they head back to the hospital. Things were a bit delayed because the doctor got called away for an emergency. But things are starting to happen. Regular contractions. The work has begun.
I leave my phone on, ready to answer. I am hungry for information, but I know they will call when there is something to report. I remember my own labors and births and feel just a tinge of envy that is quickly doused by reality. Having a new baby is grand, but what a lot of work follows! Not to mention the pain and the tether.
I give up at midnight. They will let me know. I text my son to tell him to call me no matter the hour. He says he will. I am surprised that I can sleep at all, and for awhile, wake every so often to look at the clock and pray. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
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