The hospital room is an architecture that arranges experiences

What kind of experience is being arranged on this structure?

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

--- From "The Places You'll Go," by Theodore Geisel (Dr. Seuss)

In that intermediary neither-here-nor-there waiting-for-time-to-pass place, where people's activity consists of "monitoring," "checking," "keeping an eye on" and people are afflicted with sensations of boredom, anxiety, uselessness, fear, annoyance, and confusion. Questions can only be answered over time, situations can only be resolved over time. And while we are waiting, and wishing for waiting to be over, the babies are breathing, drinking, kicking, blinking, touching with fingers and toes, reacting to sounds and pressure, turning in the womb and (recently) putting their heads down toward the exit. They have been waiting too - developing from a single cell!!!!! to these complex creatures -- humans about to begin being with us!!!! In the excitement of it all, that gets hung like a coat on a hook on the wall of this bare utilitarian room, I find myself saying, "Take your time, there's no rush, we can wait two weeks, three weeks, four weeks, get yourself ready, we will be here when you need us." And I find myself feeling, "I can't wait!!!"

But I can. Luciana can. We all can. So we do!