Good news and bad news. Good news is the doc says Melanie can have dinner. The bad news is she can’t eat or drink anything after midnight in case they have to do a C-section, which she really wants to avoid. Unfortunately, the baby is not doing much to help things along. The doc did suggest that petocin might be called for in a few hours since he just gave some to another woman who was seeking natural delivery after c-section and it went just fine for her.
Poor Melanie is going stir crazy, even with access to her laptop. (We keep amusing the staff with our dual laptops.) So we walk around the halls and I make her laugh and we people watch. There are the new parents who look distinctly dazed and scared and the old pros who are shepherding older brothers and sisters in to see the newest member of the family. Of course there’s the staff, who are all very nice and accommodating.
We seem to have the best conversations with our labor nurses, although you always get the question, “How many do you want?” They don’t seem to accept the answer of as many as God wants us to have, “Oh sure, see how you feel after a few more.” No, really, as many as God wants us to have. Oh well.
We’re also missing Isabella, especially Melanie who never goes more than a couple of hours without seeing her. It’s a hard thing to be separated, but we’re very grateful that we have many family members who are ready and available to be here to help us. We can’t imagine what it would be like to have no one and have to do all this ourselves.
So now I’m off to go get Melanie some dinner (now that the cafeteria is closed; no not that one). Her preference seems to be Taco Bell’s 7-layer burrito, no matter the potential fallout later. That’s my girl! Damn the torpedoes! One burrito coming up!