Racing to the hospital…
Post by Joseph Cianciotto
So where was I? Ah yes, it was still November 27th and my wife’s water had broken. We haphazardly made the mad dash to the hospital, bags packed, requisite calls made to family members and a 5 Hour Energy drink tucked away in my coat pocket for good measure.
Once we got to the hospital, the staff quite efficiently usher us up to the maternity ward and before I know it, we’re set up in a box-like room with Jen on a bed and me on this chair facing her wondering what the heck was going to happen next. From there, the nurse comes into the room checks my wife out and confirms that Jen’s water did break and that she is, you guessed it, in labor.
Now this is when my complete ignorance to everything related to childbirth is exposed. I always thought that when a person went into labor it meant the baby was actually being born. In my head when I heard about a woman going through 12 hours of labor I somehow pictured her in a constant state of birth for that time. What I soon learned was that, being in labor just meant that her body had begun preparing for birth and that all systems were go. So there we were, Jen and me staring at each other in this anticlimactic moment, realizing that while she was most assuredly in labor, this baby could come any time in the next 24 hours.
With that Jen settled into a rested state in the bed, we turned on the TV in the room and just started watching a re-run of Seinfeld. Once I had set up my tech version of a shantytown around my chair with my iPhone plugged in my laptop connected and my iPad open, I was good to go. It was around 11:15 PM when I looked over at Jen and saw her nodding off and I realized that maybe our little girl will be coming into this world on the 28th. I wish I could tell you what happened next, but I passed out, really thankful I didn’t drink that 5 Hour Energy drink…
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