I really think I got off lucky this first time around. I breathed, sat in the bathtub, and waited out my labor for as long as possible at home. The contractions weren't unbearable, but I couldn't sleep since they were two minutes apart.
When we got to the hospital, I was 5cm. They gave me Stadol so I could sleep before pushing. I refused the epidural. Semi-rested and ready, I pushed as hard as I could, but I was too exhausted to make real progress. I pushed for about 90 minutes, my husband told me. I don't remember feeling any real pain, at least nothing earth-shattering. I didn't even scream, like in the movies. I was terrified, and spent the whole time just waiting for that "worst pain known to man" to come. It didn't. I pushed. I crowned. The nurse brought in a cheeseburger. The days of breastfeeding afterward were more painful, honestly.
I'm really afraid I have a false confidence when it comes to birthing now.
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