Alaina's body is reacting slowly to the medicineto induce labor. She's frustrated and tired. She's rolled on her side, a pillow propped against her back, wires running from her arm and stomach to IV bags and monitors. I just feel bad for you. Gina stands by the bed, the tips of her fingers turn red when Alaina squeezes her hand to get through another contraction.
Family members filter in.
Alaina's husband, Kevin, and their two older daughters, Amanda and Megan. Gina's husband, Don, and later, his parents. Alaina and Gina's dad. They try to get comfortable in hospital chairs, and play cards or read to pass the time. By 9 p.m., Gina takes a pencil and pad of paper and collects guesses for the baby's weight and length, time of birth and hair or no hair.