10pm: We decide to check Lowes for rock salt first. It’s half the price of Home Depot if they have it and we need a lot! Unfortunately, they don’t have any. Jacob, now very tired, spies a whole department full of baby plants intended for spring gardens. He’s looking forward to our garden and doesn’t understand why I won’t stop to look at them with him. I don’t want to tell him what’s going on yet just in case we can’t produce a baby for him tonight. Besides, the contractions are now getting awfully painful. I NEED that TENS unit. I feel terrible for being distracted when my little boy is tired and wants to be cute, but I’m a bit preoccupied trying not to let him know exactly how much this hurts. We call the Doctor’s office from the parking lot and find out that Rachel, our desired midwife happens to be on call! She’s supposed to call back within 20 minutes at my cell phone.
10:30pm: Home Depot. I can hardly walk, but went in anyway because Jacob absolutely loves this store and simply won’t wait in the car without a fit. I’d really like to avoid that, because I need him happy. They have what we need and we leave as quickly as possible. Rachel calls back when we reach the car. She suggests we do go to the hospital to get the TENS unit and have a quick internal check. The plan is to go home after that until the TENS unit is no longer effective, or the contractions are under three minutes (generally she’d say under two, but I live so far away) and longer in duration.
11pm: At the hospital. I’m now 3cm. Only 3?!!! We’re given the TENS unit and depart quickly. We call Mom from the car and she says she needs time to make arrangements. She’ll call me back at home in 30 minutes or so. I make Rob stop and put the TENS unit on before we reach home. I just couldn’t wait any longer.
11:15pm: Back at home. I talk to Mom, who has made the necessary arrangements. She’s leaving soon. Dad is driving her because he doesn’t want her to drive alone after dark. She says he’ll stay at the house and not come to the hospital until after the birth. I really don’t want an audience. I’m planning to stay home as long as possible. But I don’t want her driving alone either as the storm seems to be getting stronger.