About 90 minutes ago, my wife grabbed my hand as the contraction hit her. This one was different. Tears welled up in her eyes. I asked her if she wanted the epidural. She said she wanted to wait to see if the next couple were like that one. They were.

Here's the cart they wheeled in. I find its low-tech handmade quality amusing and strangely reassuring. I don't know if you can tell, but the words handwritten on the three cross-bars are "ANESTHESIA" "EPIDURAL" and "CART."



The medication has finally taken effect and she's now resting in her bed, comfortably numb, as her uterus continues on auto-pilot. We should have our baby in just a few hours.