I guess, in some way, it might have been a blessing that they wouldn't be an open bed for us until 8pm that evening. It was a horrendous day spent waiting, but I think it gave us at least some chance to try to absorb what we were about to face.
We arrived shortly before 8, and while we had been warned the process might be quite long, I was harboring hope that we would be the lucky ones where it all went very fast.
My first dose was in place by 8:30, and I eagerly awaited something. Anything. But it was really just a lot of waiting. We were incredibly lucky to have a fantastic nurse who was very open with us about how things were likely to happen. She brought us a memory box, filled with some silly trinkets, and some very useful things. A thoughtful gift that can't begin to make up for what we were experiencing.
Sometime around 1, they placed the second dose, and I quickly drifted back to sleep. Around 3am, I woke up in a fair amount of pain. I sat up, which helped immensely, and soaked in the really quite beautiful view of downtown all lit up. I cried a fair amount, not from physical pain, but from the horror of knowing that I needed to deliver my child, but that child would never take a breath.
Finally at 4:30, I felt the pain was bad enough that I needed an epidural. Something that quite honestly terrified me, but that I didn't think I could go through this process without.
We arrived shortly before 8, and while we had been warned the process might be quite long, I was harboring hope that we would be the lucky ones where it all went very fast.
My first dose was in place by 8:30, and I eagerly awaited something. Anything. But it was really just a lot of waiting. We were incredibly lucky to have a fantastic nurse who was very open with us about how things were likely to happen. She brought us a memory box, filled with some silly trinkets, and some very useful things. A thoughtful gift that can't begin to make up for what we were experiencing.
Sometime around 1, they placed the second dose, and I quickly drifted back to sleep. Around 3am, I woke up in a fair amount of pain. I sat up, which helped immensely, and soaked in the really quite beautiful view of downtown all lit up. I cried a fair amount, not from physical pain, but from the horror of knowing that I needed to deliver my child, but that child would never take a breath.
Finally at 4:30, I felt the pain was bad enough that I needed an epidural. Something that quite honestly terrified me, but that I didn't think I could go through this process without.
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