The day my life changed
             October 31st, 2001 5:00 am the alarm goes off beep, beep, beep, "Megan, will you turn that damn thing off." "Uuhh, what." "Turn it off." "Ok, ok." "It's way to early to be alive, I'm probably going back to sleep when we get there." "Yeah right, you won't be able to sleep." As we began to prepare for the biggest day of our life the conversation was nothing of great importance. We had to be at the hospital by 7:00 am, that was a mere 2 hours away. By 6:00 am I had all our bags ready to go: snacks, things to do, clothes, his clothes, car seat to bring him home in and of course the video camera.
             As nerve racking as it all was the doctors assured us everything was fine, our soon to be son just needed a little extra help to come into this world. I always said why would he want to come out of a nice warm place where he's always fed and always comforted. It was 7:00 am as we entered the hospital carrying our luggage. Most would've thought we were checking into a resort for the week; Friendly faces greeted us.
             We were escorted to our room where we found it to be quite roomy. It had a full bathroom, a TV, a bed for birthing and a comfy couch where I assumed I'd be making myself comfortable for the next 2 nights.
             So we went about our day; set up our room the way we wanted it. It was around 7:30-8:00 am that the nurse came in to hook up Megan to the I.V. Around 9:20am the nurse came back and started the pitocin. The nurse also hooked up a machine that read the contractions, and we could listen to our baby's heartbeat. Over the next few hours we were fixed on the monitor, every contraction was like a celebration that the time was getting closer.
             By noon that enthusiasm was diminishing as our hunger began to grow. So I made my way to the lovely hospital cafeteria. Now I'm g...