This week I was blessed enough to be at the hospital the day my niece Hallaway was born. I finished the day with two resonating thoughts:
1. Having a baby has got to be the hardest, most painful thing I will ever do.
2. It is going to be totally worth it.
I was so excited when my brother in law sent me the "this is it" text and I packed up my laptop and raced to the hospital. I headed straight to the room when I got to the hospital, and walked in while Jessie was having a contraction. I will spare you the details, but she was in a world of obvious pain.
I cannot handle seeing people in pain - the main reason I became a pharmacist and not a doctor. Seeing someone I love, someone who I want to protect, in pain - even worse. I was so relieved when the contraction ended and Jessie finally looked up at me, gave me a weak smile, and said, "Hey." We were able to joke around a little bit and even snap a picture of both of our pregnant bellies before the next contraction started.
Jess at 41ish weeks, me at almost 8 weeks.
The contractions continued to come, and I soon realized that I would not be able to handle being in the room much longer, and I am sure that they didn't want me in there much longer either. My sister was so strong the entire time I was in the room. How am I ever going to be that strong? I would be begging for an epidural 5 minutes into the whole ordeal.
I remember Jessie looking up after one of her contractions and saying, "this is going to be a long day."
And it was a long day. But it ended in the best kind of way.
Holding a new born baby, seeing the way she brought their family together, our family together, knowing that I was going to be blessed enough to start my own family soon. Pure happiness.
Other updates: I am not feeling much different than last week ,except I am much more tired, which I didn't think was possible. I am sleeping at least 10 hours a night, and continue to drift off to sleep on the couch in the early evening. I also can't stand the thought of eating any sort of vegetable at dinnertime. I really can't stand the thought of making dinner at dinnertime.
I obviously can't live like this until December, so something has got to give. I am determined to push through. I can't wait until we tell more people, so I can get actual advice and stop turning to Dr. Google.