|I don't think it was quite so drmatic as this, but you get the picture.|
I've been exhausted all day. Last night at about 1:30 a.m. Scott woke me up to say that Jillian was having contractions. He had dispatched his parents to spend the night because he didn't want me to be there all night by myself with the baby. i'm supposed to get to be in the O.R. when they deliver the baby, and he said he'd call me to come if it looked as though anything would proceed so far, but I understand that if there's any sort of urgency in getting an almost-ten-week-early baby out, the very last thing in the world on anyone's mind would be to ensure that I was present.
Scott said he'd call if there was any news. He didn't seem to realize that no news didn't necessarily equate with good news in our minds. Andrew slept, obviously, but the rest of us gave up on even trying to sleep after about 2:30. Even the next-door neighbors on both sides came over and sat up with us. No one called Scott because we didn't want to interfere with anything crucial that was happening.
When Nanny Helen arrived at 6:00 a.m., she immediately called Scott. He told her that everything was fine, that labor had been stopped after the second contraction, and that no membranes had ruptured. Jillian was being kept overnight as a precaution because of her history and would be home before mid-morning.
Nanny Helen spoke to him in a manner of which I had no idea she was capable. "You little bastard!" she barked at him. "Do you realize you have six people who have been sitting awake in your parlour (she always calls the family room "the parlour") since 2:30?"
Scott tried to talk his way out of it by saying that he had told us all to go to sleep and that he would call if anything happened. Nanny Helen not-terribly-politely explained that no news isn't necessarily good news and that if something very critical had happened he might not have had time to call.
Scott's mother cooked breakfast, which I could not eat because my stomach was upset. She and Scott's dad took care of the dishes while Nanny Helen got Andrew up. Nanny Helen told me to go to bed and to stay there until I legitimately felt like getting up. i stayed in bed until almost noon.
Scott and Jillian got home sometime between 6:30 a.m.and almost noon. I was sleeping too soundly to hear them arrive. Andrew was supposedly happy to see them but I'm not sure anyone else was. Actually no one probably blamed Jillian. She had been fighting off contractions.
I've been sluggish all day. I hope tomorrow is better. I'm a bit concerned this baby isn't going to wait around too much longer, but some things cannot be controlled. All I or anyone else can do is to thank God for modern medicine. Babies who were barely if at all viable two generations ago now survive being born ten weeks early pretty much unscathed.