It’s midnight. The lights are low. Kristy is laying on her side; learning what it means to really be at bed rest. From side to side she shifts, trying to keep things interesting. She’s learning that she can’t lay on her back, only on her sides.

Contractions, or better defined as an irritable uterus, seem to come and go. Sometimes they’re a couple minutes apart, other times they’re six minutes apart. If we are to go home, they have to be nonexistent. We have a long ways to go.

Magnesium is being pushed into Kristy’s little body at maximum dosage. The result is that she’s hot, and we’re freezing. The last time I checked, the room temperature was in the mid-60’s. Anything to keep her cool. After all, it’s the least we can do…we’re not the ones confined to bed rest for an unknown amount of time.

People have come and gone today; our first day. We’ve seen Keith (dad), Sharry (mom), Uncle Keith, Cousin Greg, Grandpa Chapman, Cousin Ginger, Mama Donna and Aunt Karen is on her way in from Little Rock, AR. Kristy is loved; we are loved. I’m sure more will be here tomorrow.

The theories are flying around about how long it’ll take before Savannah arrives. It’s almost as if bets have been casted. I’ve heard within 24 hours up to three weeks from now. Of course, nothing is for sure until something significant happens. What we want is for Savannah to wait a couple more weeks. We’re at 32 weeks and two days. We want her to go to at least 34. If a miracle happens, we’re scheduled to deliver at 9:30am on July 26. Only God knows, cause we can’t figure it out.

12:14am: Kristy is finally asleep; Savannah seems to be as well. The fetal monitor is our new TV. We can watch Savannah’s heart rate and observe Kristy’s contraction timing and length. I’d rather watch that screen than anything else. Nothing seems more important than what those screens represent; life in a womb and the health of my wife. I love them both dearly, yet I can’t wait to awaken the father’s love in me for Savannah. I don’t get it now, but I will soon.

My struggle tonight is whether to stay here and watch my lovely and daughter sleep, or go home to get some quality rest. I fear that if I left, something would happen and leave me somewhere on 21st avenue while my baby is being born in an emergency c-section.

In processing all of this, I’m reminded that Savannah has already got an amazing destiny. How can she not? We’ve gone through six infertility treatments, three surgeries and four plus years of trying to bring her into this world. All I’ve got to say is, watch out world. Savannah Grace is about to grace the planet. You’ve been warned.

12:35am: Here comes the nurse again to adjust Savannah’s heart monitor. At this rate, Kristy’s not going to get a lot of quality rest.

12:38am: Aunt Karen just arrived. I just watched Sharry fall into her arms and walk outside. Gentle hearts warm tense moments. I think Karen is exactly what Sharry needed tonight.

12:41am: Savannah is back on the monitor and Kristy is striving to sleep once again.

For some reason, I can’t find my sleep tonight.

More tomorrow or later this AM if I am unable to locate rest.