Part II; Freedom is Control in Your Own Life
Over our final dinner as a family of two, my husband made the suggestion/joke that we should go rouge. I considered it. The underlying fear of what happens if I become the “bad” patient and don’t go in as scheduled won out over my desire to just wait it out.
We arrived at the hospital, and after a bit of a wait, were checked into a room. Then out came the attachments; I had a blood pressure band on my right arm, IV in my left arm, and both a contraction monitor and an electronic fetal monitor wrapped around my belly. My intention was to still have as natural of a labor as possible, but it was going to be a challenge to move around with all these machines and wires. Continue reading