A long night

For some reason I thought it would be easier on us being in the hospital getting induced and staying the night than if we were at home waiting for the signs to tell us to get to the hospital. After all, we are in a big private room, with a big private bathroom including a very nice shower, there's a couch that turns into a pretty comfortable bed, pillows and linens provided by the nurses, hospital staff to monitor and take care of anything that might come up. How could this not be better than being at home?

Well, what I hadn't considered is that we would be woken up a few times every hour by the error sound that the monitors make when the sensors are not picking up a strong enough signal--like when Sam moves just a little bit to get more comfortable or the baby decides it's time to roll around into a different position and the fetal heartbeat monitor can't pick up the signal. If we happened to sleep through the error sound, we were woken up by the nurse coming in to adjust the sensors, or tell Sam to roll over on the other side. Oh, and those sensors, I had to disconnect and reconnect them, and the power to the IV every time Sam needed to use the restroom.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining that I had to actually do something, in truth, it was nice to feel useful when so much of this process doesn't involve me. But, the idea that being in the hospital would be easier than being at home--I think I might have been mistaken on that one.