Hanging out with the crew

Mid day on Tuesday, hanging out with the crew. Two nurses and my wife, clustered together at the bed while they do another heart-rate monitoring. It's become totally routine. We are all laughing about Luciana's bossiness and calling her the "charge nurse." When I came on the unit she was standing in the hallway by the refrigerator, getting some cranberry juice and counseling a Brazilian woman who had her baby two days ago. L is in good spirits today. The babies have moved lower, making more room for her to breathe, so she was actually able to sleep for four hours this morning (from 4 am to 8 am), leaving her quite refreshed.

So refreshed that she is pushing a plan that she get released from the hospital tonight so she can go with her mother to Somerville to listen to Fernando singing at Cafe Bello. Yeah, right, like that's ever going to happen. I don't argue with these things, I just refer her to the medical team. One of the many good things about the medical team is that they maintain a rational focus on the mission and don't get distracted by patients' odd and impatient impulses. Which is good, unless you're the patient with the odd and impatient impulse.

They are having trouble getting all three babies to register on the monitor at the same time, which is a requirement -- they need to have all three recorded for 20 minutes continuously. It's not easy to do.

At any rate, it appears that we have backed away from "progression into labor" at this point, so the optimistic and ebullient previous entry must be disregarded.