I am in labor. Or at least I am having regular, very painful contractions. We didn’t go to the hospital until they got regular and painful, but they still weren’t enough to impress the people at the hospital, and three centimeters just don’t cut it. We were given two choices: walk around the hospital for a few hours and then get rechecked or just go home. We opted to go home.
So here I am at 4:30 in the morning, unable to sleep and feeling quite crappy, wondering if I should have graded the pain higher. The nurse asked me to rate the pain on a scale of 1 to 10 and I left some room at the top for greater pain than I’ve ever felt before, giving the contractions a 5 rating, later a 6. If I had said 8 or 9, perhaps they would have kept me around. I don’t know. Anyway, it’s possible the contractions are getting farther apart now. Perhaps they will come to an end. That could be good or bad. On the good side, if they stopped I could get some sleep and it would make coming home the definite right choice. On the bad side, if they stopped it would mean that I’d have to go through this whole process again. Not fun!
I only stopped by here for the novelty of posting while in labor. Done. Time to go try to relax…
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