Sara Is So Uncomfortable!
We arrived at the hospital roughly half past seven, last night. Registration went smoothly enough and when we finally settled down in our room, I was more than pleasantly surprised at how accommodating it was. I have to admit, it is roomier and more attractive than most hotel rooms I’ve stayed in.
Sara was administered Cervidil by a cute, young nurse close to ten last night. I sat a few feet off to the side of the bed as the young lady hiked up my wife’s hospital gown, spread her legs and stuck her fingers down into her glory hole. Normally I’d find myself turned on. What red blooded American male doesn’t enjoy a little girl on girl action. But tonight I wanted to flee to the restroom. They’d just given my wife an IV and drawn blood moments before, and needles make me faint.
For some reason, nothing seems even remotely sexy in a hospital. When we were registering, a woman in line began howling like she was the star of her own porno flick, I looked back to see she was simply almost literally giving birth in the lobby, not howling for joy. It made me realize that on the opposite end of sex is perhaps the most unsexy thing on the planet… child birth.
My Window Seal Bed
Last night was sleepless. Nurses came in almost hourly, monitors beeped and bright night lights installed into the walls shone directly into my face. I tried situating pieces of furniture in front of the brightest fixture in hopes of blocking a few rays of the artificial sunshine, all to no avail. The visitors bed resembles a large window seal, equipped with what couldn’t be more than an inch thick mattress. The old sweaty futon I slept on through college actually puts this mattress to shame!
Poor Sara is restricted to her bed with nothing to entertain her but twelve fuzzy channels on the TV set. All she gets for breakfast is a small bowl of grits. Fortunately, the Cervidil seems to be doing its job. So hopefully before this evening we’ll have a new baby girl to hold.
Today is shaping up to be a long day.