It was very quiet. There were no families in the waiting area. The only person we saw was the nice woman behind the Admissions counter. She was friendly, which helped calm me down. She took my fingerprint and had me sign some forms. I laughed and told her she’d had four very excited grandparents in the waiting room soon. (Little did I know that my labor wouldn’t go as quickly as I hoped, so she’d not get the chance to meet the gradnparents like I thought.)
She gave me paperwork to pass onto the nurse and buzzed us back into the hospital. We buzzed to enter and a not so friendly staff person took our paperwork and walked us back to the waiting room. It was a weird waiting room. It didn’t seem to match the rest of the hospital as it looked older and outdated. A TV hung on the wall, the floor seemed dirty, and there was a two way mirror where we couldn’t see out. We probably weren’t in there for more than 2 minutes, but it felt like so much longer because I wasn’t sure what was happening. Thankfully soon after a young nurse came in. She was more friendly than the last staff person who had taken our paperwork, so I felt a little bit better right away.
She led us back to our room—Room #6. She asked Trace to wait out in the hall while she asked me some questions. After I answered, she told me to wipe down with a medical wipe and change into the gown, and she’d return in a few minutes.
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