A Labor of Love

Chapter One

In her attempt to put an end to her ordeal, Lizy asked me to go with her on a walk to help her start labor. The walk we took was easily two miles and I’m sure Lizy was quite a sight. Forty weeks pregnant, Lizy walked along the San Gabriel River bank turning several heads. This was Sunday afternoon around 2:00 p.m.

Thankfully the girls were with their grandmother allowing us ample time to prepare for our expected departure. Having been turned away from the hospital twice before, we were determined to help the process along. There would be no turning back a third time. All along, Lizy was complaining of progressively harder contractions however, the contractions were not regular. With increasing pain, to the point where it was difficult to walk, Lizy finally tells me we need to go to the hospital. This was around 10:30-11:00 p.m. Sunday night.

Our arrival at the OB triage center showed how experienced we were with their procedures as this was our third visit. Lizy, unfortunately, showed no improvement from the last two visits—still dilated at one centimeter. After several hours of monitoring Lizy was sent home. We finally made it back in bed about 2:00 a.m. Monday morning. Her due date of the 25th simply teased us as it slipped right on by. The problem with her contractions was irregularity. Although some were as close as two minutes apart their inconsistency was what kept Lizy out of the hospital.