Walking the halls

The waiting is the worst. We have to stop in the room every half hour for a mini checkup, but other than that we just wonder these halls. You can only admire the pictures on the walls, read the signs, nod at the nurses as you walk past the nurses station. Round, and round, and round. We stopped in to see our guests patiently waiting in the waiting room from time to time, but mostly, we just circled the halls immediately outside Eva's room.

There really seemed to be nothing happening. My wife could feel the contractions but it seemed just a little pressure more than anything else.

"Shhhh...." my wife paused for a mment outside another birthing room down the hall. I listened, confused at what we were stopping for. "Push a little harder," is all I could hear outside some dreadfull sounds of pain.

Eva looked worried. She knew her time was coming soon. She was actually hoping for pain as she seen another woman and her husband walking the halls. She was in a considerable amount of discomfort it seemed.

My wife sounded a bit like a masochist, but as the saying goes, no pain ...