It’s Monday, January 12th 12:13PM. My wife is asleep after getting epidural at 11AM to take care of the strong contraction pains.
It was at Monday morning, 2AM. Surprisingly, we were both awake and working at that hour. Lorena was finishing up some emails for the salon, and I was working on some projects. I had decided I wasn’t going to work the next day since she started feeling signs of early stage contractions. We didn’t think much of it, and decided to wait till early in the morning for her doctor’s morning appointment.
We didn’t think things were going to speed up as fast as they did. By 3 AM we were at the hospital. For the next 8 hours the contractions occurred every few minutes. Hour by hour, I could see that the pain was getting stronger. The doctor that conducted the epidural shot couldn’t come soon enough. Finally at 11AM, the doctor came by to relieve her of some pain.
I can hear and hear the baby’s heartbeat and contraction graph in the monitor. Everything seems to be going great now.
As I’m writing this, I’m telling myself I should be sleeping right now, taking advantage that my wife is asleep. I should also eat. I know that hours coming won’t be easy. I haven’t slept in more than 24 hours, but I’m not even tired right now. I’m just waiting. I’m anxious, and excited.
I’m just happy things are going great and I will meet my baby soon.