Last Friday night I received my favorite kind of text. Another mama having contractions, several minutes apart. Time for another birth day! I met my clients at the hospital and determined that yes, we had been following each other around the parking deck, after missing the entrance more than once. Ha! Directional sense is not one of my strengths and I bet dad had something a little more pressing on his mind.
After a walk punctuated with contractions and the welcome arrival of a wheelchair, we took a pit stop in triage and then headed to the labor and delivery room.
Mama was already working hard but needed some rest so I went home and got some sleep before returning again in the morning. The birth room atmosphere was still sleepy when I arrived but soon the bustle of hospital life intruded on the quiet and we raised the blinds and got on with the business of working a baby out!