Tuesday, March 21, 2006

anti-climactica

Well, we spent about 6 hours at the hospital this morning. Fun. To avoid any of the icky details, we were advised to proceed to the hospital by our doctor at about 6 o'clock this morning due to an alarming symptom that turned out to be routine. They kept us there till about 12:00, monitoring Fletcher's heart-beat and Sara's contractions. Since after a quarter of a revolution around the sun there was no significant progression on the part of our mother and baby, they have sent us home.

So now we get to sit around and wait. Forever thinking that at any moment we could be on our way back to hospital, never being able to relax or commit to anything time consuming. I have a test tonight that I am going to try to take, though I'm sure my mind won't really be the sharpest. We're hoping that we'll be back tonight, because we really liked our nurse Luann, and she's not back on shift until Friday. So it's either today or Friday, Fletcher, and no talk-back. Already I am a good father.

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