Sunday evening, March 24th, 2013
We spent much of the late afternoon at Camille and Aaron’s house, along with many of our friends from church, decorating Easter eggs. I had stayed home from church that morning with Eli who had been running a low fever for the last few days. I joked with friends in anticipation of the baby’s arrival, lamenting the fact that I probably would have to be induced again, and listening to various suggestions on how to encourage labor to begin.
We returned home to eat dinner, which included some relatively spicy buffalo chicken dip. Josh left for a meeting at the church office around 7:45pm at which point I put Eli in the bath and got him ready for bed. While Eli was in the tub, I began having contractions that were slightly painful but nothing overwhelming. I got him into bed and sat on the sofa watching TV for the rest of the evening.
By the time Josh got back to the house, I had started timing the contractions. I began to entertain the idea that this might be the real deal. They were steady at 15 minutes apart but not extremely painful so we decided to go to bed and get some rest. Josh fell asleep relatively quickly. I tried… and tried, but sleep eluded me as the contractions continued.