Marathon...

Michel is out of the bath now. We had a nice inflatable cushion we bought a while ago. She got kind of sick of the constant warmth, and wasn't completely immersed, so it wasn't as helpful. She is in bed on her left side.

This is how her contractions go: she closes her eyes, hunches a bit, and starts breathing. Someone applies pressure to her lower back, someone rubs her foot, or head, and somone holds her hand. I am one of the back or hand people with just about every one of them. We're both getting a little tired, as it's a bit late, and it's been a long day, but we're moving through it all. It doesn't seem to be as fast as Abigail was, either.

See you soon.