Hmmmm, turns out being in labor is no picnic. The pain of the contractions got really intense. Norie and I tried moving and massage to get through the pain, but that didn’t help either, so Norie went ahead and got the epidural.
I had to leave while this happened because apparently some fathers (a.k.a. pansies) pass out watching the process. I’m dead inside, so I’m sure I would have been fine, but I left nonetheless. When I stepped out, Norie was in pain, breathing heavy, and hating life.
When I got back, she looked like this:
The nurse decided to give Norie some oxygen just to make sure the baby’s heart rate doesn’t drop. Nothing to worry about – routine precaution. I didn’t want to post a picture of Norie in a mask, but it looks pretty much like this:
In the meantime, Norie’s family visited for a bit:
They had to step out when the pain set in, and Norie’s mom was growing too tired to stay, but they’ll all get plenty of Evie time soon.