Laura had just woken up from a late-morning nap after meeting with Debra and going over some of the things to be expected at the hospital. She had explained that labor progressed fast or slow, never the same, and it was something that could never be predicted. Did she want an epidural? Did she want drugs that tapped the surface of the pain? There was only a small window to use them, and with twins, after the first, it was expected that her cervix would shrink down and she’d have to dilate again for the second. Everything came down to Andy as her support, getting her through labor, each stage, breathing and keeping her relaxed. It was terrifying and exciting all at once, and Andy was the one asking all of the questions. He was also the one making the plans, arranging for a private birthing
