What Rhymes With "Zlabour"
...and keeps you up all night?
Donna has gone into labour at the 40 week, 6 day mark. The cramps got a little worse on Thursday night, a sign of "pre-labour," and by 4 p.m., Friday, early labour had started. The down side to this is that contractions are enough to keep you awake, or wake you from sleep, and starting in the evening means that as I write this to you at 10:45 a.m., Saturday, we've had about an hour and a half of sleep in two separate sessions, the last session thanks to store-brand Gravol and brand name wine, authorized by our midwife. Thank you, Graham Beck vineyards, and C & S for the gift bottle.
(For future fathers out there, this combination helps mothers-to-be sleep through the pain of contractions when combined with the soothing power of a warm bath. It also helps fathers-to-be get right trashed when combined with Chinese leftovers consumed several hours ago and a lack of sleep. This, in turn, allows you to debate the intricacies of the Argentinian economy, even though you have no actual grasp on the subject matter. So, um, what's good for the gander is not actually great for the political instability created from diversifying your trade partners to Pacific Rim nations just before the Asian Currency meltdown of 1997.)
The contractions are not yet regular enough to merit saying for sure that Donna's at a specific stage. Anywhere from 3 to nine-and-a-half minutes. An early morning visit today by the midwife has shown that her cervix is well-effaced, but just under 3 cm dilated. Four centimetres is the magic number for the next phase, active labour.
Soooo... it looks like there will be a Margo before day's end. Maybe a really small chance that she will be born in the wee hours of Sunday.
Donna is either sleeping or enduring with her eyes closed right now. She's really special. Being probably a little over half-way through the birth routine, I have so much more respect for what women go through to start their families. Think good thoughts to help her through this. Soon, there will be a Margo.
- Michel
Donna has gone into labour at the 40 week, 6 day mark. The cramps got a little worse on Thursday night, a sign of "pre-labour," and by 4 p.m., Friday, early labour had started. The down side to this is that contractions are enough to keep you awake, or wake you from sleep, and starting in the evening means that as I write this to you at 10:45 a.m., Saturday, we've had about an hour and a half of sleep in two separate sessions, the last session thanks to store-brand Gravol and brand name wine, authorized by our midwife. Thank you, Graham Beck vineyards, and C & S for the gift bottle.
(For future fathers out there, this combination helps mothers-to-be sleep through the pain of contractions when combined with the soothing power of a warm bath. It also helps fathers-to-be get right trashed when combined with Chinese leftovers consumed several hours ago and a lack of sleep. This, in turn, allows you to debate the intricacies of the Argentinian economy, even though you have no actual grasp on the subject matter. So, um, what's good for the gander is not actually great for the political instability created from diversifying your trade partners to Pacific Rim nations just before the Asian Currency meltdown of 1997.)
The contractions are not yet regular enough to merit saying for sure that Donna's at a specific stage. Anywhere from 3 to nine-and-a-half minutes. An early morning visit today by the midwife has shown that her cervix is well-effaced, but just under 3 cm dilated. Four centimetres is the magic number for the next phase, active labour.
Soooo... it looks like there will be a Margo before day's end. Maybe a really small chance that she will be born in the wee hours of Sunday.
Donna is either sleeping or enduring with her eyes closed right now. She's really special. Being probably a little over half-way through the birth routine, I have so much more respect for what women go through to start their families. Think good thoughts to help her through this. Soon, there will be a Margo.
- Michel