I’ll never forget being at the hospital waiting all night for baby girl to arrive. Note, we were scheduled for an induction. I wasn’t one of those water break in the department store like on tv, for which, I’m grateful. It was a scheduled appointment to which I needed to report and I was down for it. Totally fits my personality and I could wrap my head around it.
Back to the dirt, so we’re at the hospital just waiting. It felt like a really long night. I remember looking over at my husband sleeping on the couch and smiling to myself. It was our last night as a duo and to have him next to me anxiously awaiting this gift was a gift in itself. He was doing that sleep sigh thing that’s just filled with such pure peace that it relaxes your soul. I needed that at that moment. The calm before the storm. The peace before the chaos. He always seems to bring that, but who knew his timing couldn’t be more perfect. I don’t know if I ever told him that, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag.
You may remember from a previous post that I loved our doctor. Legit love him. Again, I know that people like their doctors, but this was next level. To have this person be at the helm during such a crazy, life-changing event, I will certainly be forever grateful. One day, I’m hoping he’ll know just how much he did for me/means to me/meant to our family. Of course I thanked him profusely, but one day, he’ll get it…
I should also share that I have a high pain tolerance. I don’t say that in a braggy way, but I just do. In fact, no one ever seems to know how well I tolerate pain until situations like this. When I was first checked, I was 4cm. Boo, long way to go. We’re sitting in the room for what felt like an eternity, and the nurse tells me that the doctor (my hero) is about to go off/switch shifts, so another doc will be in to check me in a hour or so…. Umm, no lady. I’d like to be checked now. She asks how I’m feeling. I say uncomfortable. She says, there’s no way that you’re ready to be transferred to delivery yet. You’d be in a lot of pain. I say, I’m asking you to get the doctor and have him check me please. She huffs. I chuckle. I wake up my honey and tell him we’re being checked and will probably move soon. Poof! Just like that, Dr. Bowers comes in, checks me, 10cm, let’s go!