The cousin is home, feeling better and the hospital says they have no proof it was an infection, at least that was what they said when she inquired if it could be staph...Hm...Don't know why they would put her on antibiotics if it wasn't an infection. But anyway.
As I waited for my own labor to begin, I cleaned the refrigerator (naturally) and had to squeeze in one more trip to the grocery store. I was like a squirrel with a nut, having to put everything in order quickly, before the first frost.
It's amazing how strong the mind-body connection can be. On my way home from the grocery store, with my entire to-do list checked off, and my son picked up from school, I started getting contractions. Of course, it was a Friday and I knew my whole family would be around that night and through the weekend. My husband called to say that he had to stay a bit late for work. I told him he needed to come home.