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Thursday 14th July 2005
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Ah well, the birth-date looms ever closer. Contraction-like things have begun, although we don't really think these are proper contractions. Too irregular and not painful enough for that. At the hospital, they did the usual thing with the two microphone-like devices strapped to M****'s belly, monitoring heart-beats, contractions and activity (producing what the doctor, Ashley, referred to as a perfect trace). Erm . . . what else? Oh yeah . . . they did this 'stretch and sweep' thing, which sounds like some kind of puppet show . . . It's not a pupper show, though (although that would kind of fit it in with the 'show', if you follow). Go look it up on Google or something. Suffice to say, after that, the doctor reckoned things should be moving along pretty swiftly within the next 48 hours and that intervention may not even be necessary.
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Update (20:54): So, anyone wondering about M**** and the on-coming labour. Just these mild, preliminary contractions still going on . . . The mid-wife didn't seem to think they were proper contractions yet, though. We got the TENS machine all wired up and stuff. It could be a long night . . . Oh, and I won the bid for my Arena OU1 microphone. Curiously enough, (small world and all that) the microphone is coming from Promenade Music in Morecambe. This is where my granny (it was originally her piano) picked up loads of her sheet music. Well, slightly curious, I thought.
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It was probably around 10pm that M****'s fellow birthing partner (her mother) appeared. Helen and Stu. Helen was there throughout most of the, er . . . labour. Stu had a gig on Friday night, but came back on Saturday morning.
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