i’m pretty exhausted. still no baby. i’m waiting patiently for my water to break. well, as patiently as i can with intense back contractions every 5-20 mins depending on the time of day.
we had a dry run to the hospital last night after i thought my water had broken. which it hadn’t, unfortunately. getting back from the hospital the contractions really started and were so painful that i was in tears. i tried taking a bath, a heating pad, an ice pack and nothing relieved my back pain. all i could do was pray that my water would break soon because i’d much rather labor in my comfortable, familiar home where i’m in control than in a hospital and try to sleep during the 5 minute intervals between every contraction. this morning i woke up hammered and mercifully the contractions have slowed to about every 15-20 minutes when i lay down so that i can get some rest.
it’s excruciating and i know it’s only going to get worse before it gets better. baby boy seems in no rush to ease his mother’s suffering, but i keep reminding myself that the most worthwhile things are the hardest to get and that after all this hard work this boy is going to be so loved and so appreciated once he comes out.
i feel pretty lucky to have justin by my side. i couldn’t do it without his tender support. he’s been so patient and helpful, digging his fist into my lower back to provide counter-pressure - the only thing that works to ease the pain.
all i can do is hope that it ends soon.
