Nidya means "Tornado." Abrecan means "Storm." Why do we care? Because right now Angie's contractions are 2-3 minutes apart, and the hospital is under a tornado warning. It's seriously right on top of us.
Fortunately, the delivery room is deep in the hospital, away from windows. We should be ok, but I'm glad we recently updated our homeowners' insurance. All the other poor little newbies had to evacuate their rooms into the hallway.
Angie was contracting a little at a time at first, so I let her get some sleep and I caught up on reading East of Eden, which I would use for name-inspiration if all the characters weren't bastards. When she woke up, we watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, which was most excellent. Then we finished watching the Project Runway marathon on Bravo while her contractions really picked up.
Our doctor came in and broke her water and then the party REALLY got started. I can't speak to Angie's experience, but there has been some serious hand-grabbing during contractions. Once it picked up, Angie was really feeling her herniated disc, so we convinced them to give her some drugs, which is making her sleep in between contractions. Every once in a while she'll wake up and grab my hand, and I'll stop typing to encourage her. Like just now.
Once we're 4-5 cm, we'll get an epidural, but I'm sure it seems miles away for Angie. Here are a few pictures from our stay so far: