2:30 AM. The room is much more calm. Susan asks Jodi, "How's that epidural?" "Wooooonderful," Jodi drawls. Sean is leaning on his elbows on the bed, flipping through a few photos (which I'll assume are from the ultrasound) and saying he'll have to show them to his students. Chen, standing beside Sean, gives him a wary look. Jodi, through the epidural fog, murmurs, "Eighth-graders?" Sean says it'll be like show and tell. "In Math class?" Jodi asks dubiously. Carter, Carol, and Mark have been messing around in the neighbourhood of Jodi's action, and Mark exposits that they're going to get a pressure reading from inside Jodi's uterus. Carter is staring so intently up Jodi that he probably has a clear view of her epiglottis. Mark blathers about scalp electrodes until Jodi asks Carter, "Enjoying the show?" "Yeah," Carter mutters distractedly, before realizing what he's just said, straightening up, clearing his throat, and correcting himself, "I mean, no." Jodi and Sean share an amused look, as he smooths the hair off her forehead. Mark declares, "She's eight centimetres dilated, completely effaced: won't be long." Susan, still examining the print-out from the fetal monitor, immediately contradicts him: "There's another decel." Mark looks over her shoulder, adding, "Variable, with a late component." Susan and Mark are clearly both concerned, and trying to cover it: Mark's voice gets high and tight as he calls out, "Let's infuse 500 ccs normal saline through the uterine catheter....We need to get her up to OB." Carol leaves, saying she'll try to "light a fire under someone." Sean asks whether something's wrong, and Mark -- not at all convincingly, of course -- assures Sean without meeting his eye that they're fine. Before Carol's out of the room, he calls after her in a strangled voice, "Page Coburn again!" Susan studies Mark's face for a moment, but quickly turns away as soon as Mark is about to look back at her.

3:15 AM. Mark is back on the phone in the hall outside Jodi's room, saying, "Why can't I just send her up? She's inches away and the epidural's wearing off." He pauses to hear the answer, and then demands, "Well, then find Drake. Hurry up!" He slams down the phone and hurries back into Jodi's room. She's yelling the way she was before her epidural; clearly things aren't going well, but she still has the presence of mind to inform Sean, "You know that fantasy you have about me quitting work, staying home, and having a bunch of kids? Forget it -- this is it!" Susan is still monitoring the monitor; Mark checks it and determines that they need to deliver. He gets arm-deep into Jodi's wonderfulness and pronounces her "fully dilated, 100\% effaced. It's time to start to push." Jodi breathlessly asks, "Already?...Here?" Mark gives her a yes on both counts. Before they get down to it, Mark quietly asks Carter to "run and get Carol." He does so. Presently, Jodi sits bolt upright, clutching her belly, and gasping sharply. Sean tries to soothe her, saying, "I love you so much!" "SHUT UP!" she screams, before flopping back down on the bed.