Story from last Friday

I realize this update should have been done last Friday, but better late than never. I'm also beginning to realize the importance of being consistent with this blog. It'll be fun to read back on this 5 years from now. Anyway...last Friday, Heather was concerned that she wasn't feeling Graylon move during the second half of her work day. I told her to call the doctor and she did. It was after 5 pm, so the doctor's office told her to just go by the hospital, and they would contact the doctor on call.

We made it to St. Mary's around 5:30 and got Heather registered. Then we waited for what seemed like an eternity for a triage room to be cleaned. Once in there, we met a very-good-at-her-job nurse that went straight for Graylon's heartbeat. She said she could tell by Heather's face that a heartbeat was all she wanted to hear. After no success in finding one on Heather's right side, she found a strong beat on her left. Once she found it, she proceeded to hook up the two monitors: one for Graylon's heartbeat and one for Heather's contractions. She wanted to monitor her for 30 minutes, she explained the line graph on the computer screen and said she'd be back in half an hour.

What a relief! Our guts were put back into place as they had been in the process of being ripped out for the past hour. We watched the monitor like hawks, and the thirty minutes flew by. Once the nurse came back in, (Her name was Heather too, but to eliminate confusion I'll still call her "the nurse") she wanted to check Heather's cervix. At our doctor's visit two days earlier, she was 1 cm and 70% thinned out. At this point the nurse said Heather was just about 2 cm and 90%! She gave us the opportunity to hang out there for a little while longer, but we opted for dinner.

So we're THAT close. We go to the doctor tomorrow for a scheduled visit. It is also the due date I predicted a long time ago. The date is more of a hope than a true prediction. Heather and I were both born on the 18th of our respective birth months, so I thought Graylon coming on that day would be cool. Whatever day he decides to come will thrill his mom and dad though. We are beyond eager for his arrival. We find ourselves wondering each time we do something if it's the last time we'll do it without Graylon. Trips to Wal-mart, out to dinner, or even going to sleep, will all drastically change either tonight, tomorrow night or a week and a half from now. There is still no predicting the delivery time. We're secretly hoping that the doctor tells us to just go on to the hospital tomorrow. In the meantime, we'll just nest and enjoy a few more moments of being a two person family. We'll be three very soon!