If you're ever in the unique position of about to have your first child and thinking you can knock back a couple of drinks at the bars with the fellas a week before she is due to celebrate what's left of your
social life - DON'T. You don't want to be that guy racing home at 2:00am after 2 beers, 3 Jack and Cokes and a shot of Happy Time and stinking of cigarettes to pick up your wife after you've hosed off in the shower to drive her to the hospital as her contractions are
only 5 minutes apart. Don't be THAT guy.
With that being said El and I were at Winter Park Hospital where we were checked in quickly and given a birthing room for her to change into and me to unload our baggage - literally. As soon as we got there her contractions had shortened to 4 minutes apart and I was feeling excited that our big day had arrived, although one week early. After an hour her contractions were hurting her so much she was literally wanting to drop her knees. Where was the damn anesthesiologist???
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