Waiting is tough.
I wouldn't be the most patient person at the best of times but especially when I have zero control over the situation.
Sometimes there is no shortcut and you just have to go with the fates.
Waiting here in hospital for what is hopefully the birth of my daughter. We came in last when the pains started but were still a ways from the finish line. They said it could be hours or days but we were in the right place.
Unfortunately covid restrictions are still in place and since she wasn't in active labour I had to go home until the time. They did take her into the wards to monitor so it seems sooner rather than later.
Back here again today and we are playing the waiting game. She will come when she wants to come regardless of how much we want to get to the other side.
The main thing is that we get a happy healthy baby so the waiting is a small sacrifice. Its worse for my partner who has pain as well as having to wait it out. I just have to sit here and support.
Luckily there is always hive to fall back on for when I need a distraction. Writing is therapeutic and a good way to pass the minutes while we wait and my partner has a hard earned nap.
Watching and waiting is the game for today. Hoping we don't run into the next one.
I'll keep waiting and keep passing the minutes until we the next updates and hopefully a new baby in the family.
My sister had one two days ago so the next family reunion will have grown larger fairly rapidly.
