I'm really proud of Suzanne. Right now she's helping her second couple through the miracle and marathon of child birth. One more birth assist, a class, and she's a full fledged doula. She's certainly having a trial by fire.
She went to the couples house in Chicago last night at 7. The mother was in early labor, but she was having trouble relaxing which kept her from progressing, so she asked Suzanne to come over. All last night I kept waking up, expecting Suzanne to be there each time. So when Amia and I woke up at 8 this morning I was suprised to see Suzanne was still out. Turns out they'd gone to the hospital at 1am. She progressed a little more then stopped. Last I talked to her, almost 3 hours ago at 11am, she was dilated 7cm, which means transition is about to happen, then pushing. So it was the last stretch, but still a ways to go.
This is the mother's third child, but the first time doing it non-medicated (as far as I know and last I heard. That's the plan, but it doesn't always go according to plan). This is wierdly similar to the first birth she attended, where it was kind of stop and go. That one ended up being 24 hours. I hope, for everyone involved, that the baby comes before then!
So Amia and I are hanging out, thankful to not be baking in our apartment. We went to the beach today and swam a bit, but then someone from the city came and told us the beach is closed because of the bacteria in the water. Nice. I'm gonna go make lunch for her now and hope that the last disc of West Wing Season 6 is in the mail. One of the great developments in recent weeks is that Amia likes watching West Wing with me. She likes the music and a couple of the characters, asking me to rewind it when their parts are done. I can't complain about that.