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The whole time at their home, no one had come to wake me up. But, this morning Andres was at the door…”She is getting ready. We are not in a hurry…” Had time to make a breakfast. Julie had the forethought to shower. Diego got to watch a show with Mommy while she was timing contractions. Then he came out and ran around a bit, too. Made calls home to the guys to let them know we thought we’d have a baby today; reminded them it would be Friday even though it was only Thursday at 9:30pm for them. Adrianna is concerned about getting to the hospital and being sent back home. Julie and I are trying to comfort her reassuringly, there is no worry. If we get there and she gets to stay, we stay. If she is not ready to be admitted, we come home. This is do different from Andres who reminds her he is going to be very mad at her…
Stopped at the Shoppette for water. The hospital only has warm tap water which must not taste too good. Their neighbor saw Andres and asked if we were going on a trip, “No, to the hospital”. She stopped at the car to congratulate But there is a reason. They do not provide even gowns at the hospital so Adrianna knows she needs everything from a robe to lotion. There is also a bag for Isabella. Added to that are a couple camera (still and video) bags, a bag for Diego, snacks, the computer bag, a pillow and…
We are at the hospital and they are checking. They check her frequency and intensity but not a physical check…9:30am and we know she is going to be admitted. Andres is sent to another department to complete paperwork. He returns in a bit with fresh pretzels for us and is buzzed back into the delivery area. Few minutes later he is off down the hall again to get the clipboard for the paperwork. This seems so odd to us…Kinda self-service forms. They move Adrianna over one room and we get to see her through the large glass door separating the waiting lounge from the delivery area.
A true fresh grounding coffee and steaming machine with ceramic mugs…Deanna would love this; froths a nearly full mug with 2 little creams. There are shelves for bags brought in and hangers for coats. Comfortable chairs and a children’s area with a table and chairs. We are disappointed to find no internet available to let everyone know when Isabella arrives; maybe a call to the US and a mass text from there. Diego reads a couple baby animal books in German and puts together a puzzle a few times. We make it through a couple of the pretzels and hope. We are all praying for God’s blessing to be seen by us.
Adrianna and Andres come out with directions to get something to eat and walk. Each time Adrianna slows down the contractions also slow. The walking we all understood. But the eating? OK, strawberries from the café were consumed. Then walking up and down the stairs out front for the remainder of the hour. By 11:30 when she went back in, we were timing every 2.5 minutes with very strong contractions. Tick, tick, tick.
So Diego watched a few minutes of “Up” while I got to go to the car for a couple of the bags and water then go downstairs again for a couple salads for Julie and I. By the time I was back the second time with the food, Diego was asleep. Andres came out with an update for us. He described the room’s equipment which included a tub for birthing and an extremely large table with multiple parts including the round center and a couple variations of kneeling positions. The babies are delivered by midwife and the rooms must have been designed by them. There is a bed, but it is only one of the many choices for the moms. Downstairs for a sandwich for Andres. He said he was eating quickly to get back to Adrianna but also because it was good.
Andres leads Adrianna out, saying they told her to go home. We see the insert for an IV and know, also by her face, that he is joking. But it is time to go back down for more to eat and a walk. At the café we have our choice to here or to go. To go is a bag; here is ceramic plates and metal silverware. There is no trash can in the café because everything is picked up by the café staff. Adrianna tried to eat a little. They have not told her how far along she is; they are only checking her contractions and she does not feel informed. And she does not feel like walking because of how strong the contractions are. So we head back up with our sleeping Diego. Julie and I went in to see the birthing room with Adrianna. It is as amazing as Andres had said. Many times the size of ours at home and so many position choices. She decides she’d like a bath. I switch out with Andres and wait for Diego to wake. Time to put the movie back on- Andres is out to get some of the water for Adrianna and grabs the computer from the locker while it is open. Yes, the locker. We have a key to a very large compartment for all our bags, think we could even get the large jogging stroller in there with everything else. We just keep the key with us and get whatever we want when we want.
Back into the delivery room, time for the epidural and some relief for Adrianna. We trade off a couple more times, visiting and encouraging and looking to the end of the day. About 6:45pm on April 16, 2010 we are blessed with the arrival of our granddaughter Isabella Julietta Rodriguez. She is beautiful. Julie comes out to let me know and that I can go back to see the family and see our beautiful girl.
It takes a few hours for the room transfer; they bring a meal for Adrianna. Then we all get a cup of tea with a carton of milk and a carton of apple juice for Diego. Adrianna shares her slices of ham, cheese and bread with Diego. No mayo, several pats of butter are on the tray. Diego could just pull the butter off his slice with his teeth and skip most of the bread. We get the rest of the needed bags from the car and the transfer is ready. Off to a semi-private room for the night; this means Andres will not be staying.
We are all praying for deep rest for Adrianna and Isabella. We will know in the morning. We get home and make a few calls to let Andres’ command, Cesar and Frank know. Plans are made for Andres to attempt to find assistance in completing the ream of paperwork needed to be completed for Isabella on a weekend in a society where many offices are closed for the weekend. He also needs to get their truck picked up from the dealership so we can all ride together (the rental holds 5). We will take photos soon with the mercy of God granted.
Stopped at the Shoppette for water. The hospital only has warm tap water which must not taste too good. Their neighbor saw Andres and asked if we were going on a trip, “No, to the hospital”. She stopped at the car to congratulate But there is a reason. They do not provide even gowns at the hospital so Adrianna knows she needs everything from a robe to lotion. There is also a bag for Isabella. Added to that are a couple camera (still and video) bags, a bag for Diego, snacks, the computer bag, a pillow and…
We are at the hospital and they are checking. They check her frequency and intensity but not a physical check…9:30am and we know she is going to be admitted. Andres is sent to another department to complete paperwork. He returns in a bit with fresh pretzels for us and is buzzed back into the delivery area. Few minutes later he is off down the hall again to get the clipboard for the paperwork. This seems so odd to us…Kinda self-service forms. They move Adrianna over one room and we get to see her through the large glass door separating the waiting lounge from the delivery area.
A true fresh grounding coffee and steaming machine with ceramic mugs…Deanna would love this; froths a nearly full mug with 2 little creams. There are shelves for bags brought in and hangers for coats. Comfortable chairs and a children’s area with a table and chairs. We are disappointed to find no internet available to let everyone know when Isabella arrives; maybe a call to the US and a mass text from there. Diego reads a couple baby animal books in German and puts together a puzzle a few times. We make it through a couple of the pretzels and hope. We are all praying for God’s blessing to be seen by us.
Adrianna and Andres come out with directions to get something to eat and walk. Each time Adrianna slows down the contractions also slow. The walking we all understood. But the eating? OK, strawberries from the café were consumed. Then walking up and down the stairs out front for the remainder of the hour. By 11:30 when she went back in, we were timing every 2.5 minutes with very strong contractions. Tick, tick, tick.
So Diego watched a few minutes of “Up” while I got to go to the car for a couple of the bags and water then go downstairs again for a couple salads for Julie and I. By the time I was back the second time with the food, Diego was asleep. Andres came out with an update for us. He described the room’s equipment which included a tub for birthing and an extremely large table with multiple parts including the round center and a couple variations of kneeling positions. The babies are delivered by midwife and the rooms must have been designed by them. There is a bed, but it is only one of the many choices for the moms. Downstairs for a sandwich for Andres. He said he was eating quickly to get back to Adrianna but also because it was good.
Andres leads Adrianna out, saying they told her to go home. We see the insert for an IV and know, also by her face, that he is joking. But it is time to go back down for more to eat and a walk. At the café we have our choice to here or to go. To go is a bag; here is ceramic plates and metal silverware. There is no trash can in the café because everything is picked up by the café staff. Adrianna tried to eat a little. They have not told her how far along she is; they are only checking her contractions and she does not feel informed. And she does not feel like walking because of how strong the contractions are. So we head back up with our sleeping Diego. Julie and I went in to see the birthing room with Adrianna. It is as amazing as Andres had said. Many times the size of ours at home and so many position choices. She decides she’d like a bath. I switch out with Andres and wait for Diego to wake. Time to put the movie back on- Andres is out to get some of the water for Adrianna and grabs the computer from the locker while it is open. Yes, the locker. We have a key to a very large compartment for all our bags, think we could even get the large jogging stroller in there with everything else. We just keep the key with us and get whatever we want when we want.
Back into the delivery room, time for the epidural and some relief for Adrianna. We trade off a couple more times, visiting and encouraging and looking to the end of the day. About 6:45pm on April 16, 2010 we are blessed with the arrival of our granddaughter Isabella Julietta Rodriguez. She is beautiful. Julie comes out to let me know and that I can go back to see the family and see our beautiful girl.
It takes a few hours for the room transfer; they bring a meal for Adrianna. Then we all get a cup of tea with a carton of milk and a carton of apple juice for Diego. Adrianna shares her slices of ham, cheese and bread with Diego. No mayo, several pats of butter are on the tray. Diego could just pull the butter off his slice with his teeth and skip most of the bread. We get the rest of the needed bags from the car and the transfer is ready. Off to a semi-private room for the night; this means Andres will not be staying.
We are all praying for deep rest for Adrianna and Isabella. We will know in the morning. We get home and make a few calls to let Andres’ command, Cesar and Frank know. Plans are made for Andres to attempt to find assistance in completing the ream of paperwork needed to be completed for Isabella on a weekend in a society where many offices are closed for the weekend. He also needs to get their truck picked up from the dealership so we can all ride together (the rental holds 5). We will take photos soon with the mercy of God granted.
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