the last pregnancy reportPosted: May 15, 2013
true enough, two days after my last post, chaos started.
during an internal exam on the afternoon of the 25th, the doctor announced that my cervix was 4cm dilated and ordered that i be admitted as soon as possible. needless to say, i panicked. i had expected the visit to go the way all my other prenatal visits had gone: hi, hello, check here, check there, leave, have snack. now, she’s saying i couldn’t have anything to eat or drink because i just might give birth later that night.
4cm dilated and true to form, i had no idea. i didn’t feel anything different and was actually a bit concerned that the baby seemed to not be ‘dropping’ the way the books said he should be.
then it was the next morning and i was still at 4cm and felt no contractions. by then, i’ve persuaded the doctor-on-duty that i really, really deserved dinner *and* breakfast.
then it was almost mid-day and i was 8cm dilated but there were still no contractions and so contractions had to be induced. in half an hour i started to feel uncomfortable. another ten minutes and i was in agony. just when i thought it couldn’t get any more painful, it did.
contractions so, so, *so* intense began to rock my whole being and, suddenly, i became that woman. the crazy, noisy pregnant woman in the labor room that everyone told stories of. sounds i didn’t even know i could make tore out of my mouth and into the world. i grabbed whatever and whoever i could grab and held on. i squirmed, i tensed, i screamed, i cried.
i begged for someone to jam a needle in my spine to make the pain go away.
two hours later, in exchange for the most all-consuming pain i’ve ever felt in my entire life, i met my son for the first time.