Well, Erin can’t talk right now; she can breathe very deeply and slowly and suffer in relative silence, but blogging is out.
After last night’s Cervidil application, a long day of not much happening, slow ramping up of Pitocin, and the eventual crochet hook to the amniotic sac, we’re off and running. Right now contractions are a little more than 2 minutes apart and much more intense than what has been going on all day. We’ve got our big green ball and all manner of other playthings to distract from the obviously painful. And we’ve got time, lots of time.
Occasionally the rythmic gallop of the fetal heart monitor will bump or rumble and disappear as the kid makes a break for it. Sometimes these sounds are accompanied by a sharp “Ach!” or “Ow!” from Erin. This interrupts the breathing.
We’ve discussed the odd role of the birth partner in all this. I was reassured – get that? “I was reassured…” – at how well Erin was able empathize and to sum up the position I’m in here. I may expound on that at another time.
Well, more later… from one of us. Even the provisional blogger has other duties.