I was home trying to get some rest in between my contractions. It was not working. I was so tired. Every time I would start to fall asleep I would have a contraction. It sucked. I got up to pace the house. My contractions were still about every 10-12 minutes. I tried watching TV but I just couldn't concentrate on anything. I tried a hot shower to try to calm me down. That didn't work either. I was so tired. I started to cry. I was jealous of him sleeping so peacefully.
He woke up and asked me what was wrong. I told him about not being able to sleep because of the contractions. I had been having contractions at this point for over 12 hours. He asked if I wanted to go try again at the hospital. I said sure, we went to hospital once again. They examined me and said sorry not dilated enough, go walking to try to speed up the labor. Again I went home I just paced.
Morning came and we were set to have breakfast at a friends house. We went to their home and I just wasn't hungry. Nothing looked appetizing. I was a grouch. I was tired and in pain, I was hungry but didn't want to eat. Our friends who had 3 children laughed. They understood my frustration and mood.
We went home and I again paced. finally at 10 that night, after 34 hours of labor the hospital finally admitted me. He called my parents, they were coming down to the hospital. I got the epidural at midnight and I felt like I was in heaven. I finally fell asleep. The nurse woke me up at 5 am and said honey it's time to push.
Our first daughter was born. She was beautiful weighing in at 9 lbs 1 ounce. she was perfect. I cried, this was such a beautiful creation, I didn't know I could make. I loved her so much, I didn't know I could love someone at this magnitude. It was different from a developed love, this was instant love.
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