False Alarm

Here is an image of my wife when we first got to the hospital.  (Note the smile and general air of happiness)

Here she is after thirty-two hours of laying in bed receiving drugs designed to induce contractions in her uterus.  I think between the drugs, uncomfortable bed, and half a dozen sensors pressed up against her abdomen Katherine’s overall mood suffered a noticeable decline.  Also, the doctor coming into the room to tell us to come back in a week or so to try again didn’t help anything.

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