Early Thursday morning is when it all began. As normal, Brian left to work at 6:30ish while Mandy and Lydia were still in bed. Then around 7:00 o'clock Mandy discovered that her water broke. She called the doctor's office and they said, "Come on in." After that, she was able to get a hold of Brian who just made it to work. After a few minutes of "wow! could this really be happening!?!", Brian turned around and ahead home praying for traffic to clear out on I-575. To pass the time away, Mandy washed dishes and called all the necessary people while Lydia watched Elmo on Youtube, a special treat indeed. Daddy arrived home in good time and the Stock family all loaded up the car to the doctor's office.
At this point, we started to think this was going to be a little different than Lydia's four hour labor as Mandy wasn't having hard contractions. We arrived at the doctor's office and they immediately saw us. After a quick examination, the doc said, "Yup, your in labor. Go to the hospital now!" With stickers in Lydia's hand, we met Grandma outside of the office to take Lydia and we went to Northside Atlanta.
But like we said, this labor was going to be different in almost every sense. Arrived in record time, we walked the stairs to arrive at the admissions desk to check-in. There we waited. But this time, it was fine because Mandy's labor wasn't really that bad. Lydia and Grandma joined us and Grandpa had just arrived as well. And we waited. Northside is know for being Atlanta's baby factor. We came to find out that it was true they deliver 50 plus baby's a day (that is more than some European countries in a year). And apparently on this day, along with us, we were helping them reach full capacity. After 45 minutes or so, at high noon, they admit us in room F-1. The room is huge.
Settled down, our minds turned to lunch. Sadly, Mandy couldn't eat so she would have to go through labor on a bowl of shredded wheat for breakfast. She plead with the nurses but they didn't give in but gave her an IV. The grandparents and Lydia go on a hunt for food and they come back with McDonalds. Not their choice or mine, but the cafeteria's line was back up like Chick-fli-a's this past Wednesday. So, they pick Brian up a Big Mac. It was good (once a year).
Lunch came and was gone. Lydia decided (by her parent's love and care) to take a nap. This was a blessing!
So, where are with we with labor. It is 5pm. Mommy and daddy are felt good. The midwife came to check progress. And what does she discover... Mandy hadn't progressed really at all so they (the doctors) and Mandy decided to get a little help from a friend. His name is Pitocin.
Part one is over. Between part one and two Brian, Lydia, and the grandparents all go out and met Nana, who was driving up from Florida, at Moe's. When everybody got back, the Pitocin had kicked in and Lydia is off to grandma and grandpa's house for the night. So, there in hospital room F-1 was mommy ready and waiting, Chicken Noodle (the name at that time) pushing, daddy smiling, and Nana excitied.
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