I’m blogging this morning from the hospital in Pittsburgh where Cassie is laying in a bed a few feet away from me, happy from an epidural. Nothing like wireless in the room so I can write this. I’m so excited I’m ready to explode.
I got the warning call at 10:30 last night. Cassie’s water broke. She’d call me from the hospital. I went back to sleep wondering what I should wear. The phone rang at 12:30. “It’s baby time!” she said. I packed a bag, called Carlene, and got in the old Jeep and drove 68 minutes to Carlene’s apartment. There were no cars on the road and I made great time, despite the rain.
I’m tired. Carlene and I shared the couch in the room while Matt tried to sleep in the chair. We all drifted a little, but mostly we laid awake and quiet, listening to the baby’s heartbeat on the monitor.
Matt just called Cassie a “little talk machine.” Her student nurse was just in and they were chatting like they were old friends. I love that kid.
There are nurses everywhere in here now and Cassie wants to watch “Saved By the Bell.” I love watching Matt love Cassie.
I’ll write more later.
Here are a few photos.