Empathy and the Lone Contraction

Repeat Post from Owner of the Band:

At 4:59 this morning, I had a contraction. This was no ordinary false labor piece of "pressure." This was a contraction. The mother of all contractions, and it hurt like hell.

I was laying in my bed after getting up to take a shower. I started to feel my regular pressure contractions. "Good," I thought. "At least these do more than just her kicking."

Next, thing I know I have his wave of pain very low. "Good," I thought. "This will do even more. Now we're talking!" But before I could finish my thought, the pain grew do bad so fast that I was huffing and puffing and about to scream. I tried to sit up, but couldn't because the pain was so bad. I waited, in complete shock and utter pain, for the contraction to end. It took about 60 seconds.

By the time it was gone, I was freaking out. The first thing that crossed my mind was, "If that happens again, I better have an IV in my back." I sat up and called Tim who was already on his way to work. I told him to drive slow because he would be turning around shortly.

I was so scared for the next one to come. I was scared to lay down. Scare to sit up. The contraction left a feeling in my stomach that made me want to barf. I got up to get a snack and watch Friends.

Nothing happen. No more contractions for the rest of the morning. WHAT? Cruel joke? Honestly, I have never been scared of labor, but I'm scared now. I never want to feel that again. EVER. Suddenly I feel like I want to get induced so I can have my Epidural before my body ever has a chance to do that to me again.

After about 30 minutes when I figured another monster was not coming, I sat and thought about all the women in my life that either never got an epidural or waited until the end of labor to beg for their drugs. I felt connected to these women in a way that made me want to barf again. Oh, the pain. I will never judge again.

A shout out to Lizza, who birthed at home with no drugs.
A shout out to Bridget, who weighted until a 6 to ask for drugs and was not fully drugged until an 8 or so.
A shout out to Lindsay, who weighted until a 9.5 until assuring that she got her drugs.
And a shout out to the Earnshaw girls, who are totally crazy and don't even thing about drugs.

I love you all, and if I ever feel that kind of pain, try not to be too close because I will probably reach out and kill you. :)