It's weird: Wednesday night we had no idea we would be parents within 24 hours. We went out to eat in North Beach with my brother and his girlfriend and even stopped for drinks at Tosca afterwards. (After a joke about ordering tequila, Kelly had hot chocolate.)
Then the next morning at around 7:30 a.m., her water broke. We were already on the way into the hospital when the bag of waters really let loose, splashing on the sidewalk. (I hope someone cleaned that up.)
They examined her at the hospital, and since her contractions were still far apart, they said we could go home for a couple hours.
That gave us a chance to run to Babies "R" Us to buy a bassinet, since we'd put off doing that. Babies "R" Us has handicapped parking and "expectant-mother" parking, but sadly, I didn't see any "mother-in-labor" parking.
Here's Kelly waddling around the store.
Tangent: Does this product promote erotic asphyxiation? Please discuss.
We checked back into the hospital that afternoon, when Kelly's contractions were getting close together and really painful. They set her up with an epidural, which is apparently the most awesome thing ever.
I enjoyed the hospital's handy pain chart. I'm not sure Kelly quite reached the sad/crying face, but she sure seemed close! (Interestingly, what's "intolerable" for Spanish speakers is merely "excruciating" for us English folks.)
I also liked the bizarre buttons on the gadget that summons the nurse. Apparently "sad face" tells them you want more drugs (which you would know if you read the pain chart!). And one of the buttons is supposed to be a toilet, even though I think it looks like a blackened doorknob.
At least the hospital is using these "3G" gloves. I hated the slower, earlier-generation gloves they had before.
Around 10:45 p.m. or so, Kelly was fully dilated, and she began to push in earnest. This stage can last two hours for first-time moms.
Fortunately, she was an awesome pusher and Elliot popped out at 11:25 p.m., ensuring that he was born on our wedding anniversary. I'm guessing that when Elliot is old enough to know about his own birthday, he isn't going to give a crap about our anniversary.
Here are a couple shots of Elliot and his mom, shortly after delivery.
Elliot: "Old man take a look at my life, I *look* a lot like you!"
After a bath and his first meal (no pictures of that allowed), it was time for bed.