Week thirty-nine: Baby arrives!

3:30am: We’ve been on and off, walking and resting. Mom takes Jacob to visit Pa and “play” in the waiting room. He’s fully awake and has been so very kind trying to rub my feet and talk to me. I’m so glad he’s here to see that I’m okay and so that I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is doing well. The pain is getting unbearable, but nobody believes me because I’m still smiling. It’s either that or cry, so I keep smiling. I finally ask for the epidural. Rachel agrees, but suggests that I first try the spa. She tells me some women go in only a few centimeters dilated, report no pain or contractions in the water, and miraculously come out fully dilated. It’s worth a try and I had wanted the spa anyway. We keep walking while it’s set up.

5am: The spa is finally ready and we head off down the hall very slowly. The water is heavenly; the bubbles from the jets even better. The lights are dimmed and the wonderfully decorated room is quite relaxing. Rob put on a “Mozart for Mommies” CD we’d brought and for the first 15 minutes the contractions did seem to subside. Then they returned more ruthless than ever. Rob and I are alone and have time to again discuss the baby’s name. Hayden Carl if it’s a boy. Haley if it’s a girl. No, wait, he wants it to be Hallie. People will call her “Hal,” which I don’t want, so I again suggest my first choice, which was Lauren -- Lauren Deborah. Our 30-minute time limit expires with no resolution to the question. I need to somehow get out and back to the room with the proper monitors for a time.

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