Well, I am sitting here in my hospital bed, listening to the sounds of Piper’s heart and Paul’s snores. Do not be angry with him for sleeping, I made him lay down, after all. I know that it’s easier for him to sleep now than it will be later, when my pains increase.
Already I’ve felt some doozies, but up to now the worst pain was getting the IV in. Holy crap it was painful. So far the most ongoing discomfort is this bed, I just can’t seem to get into a comfy position, and it’s driving me crazy.
On the TV I am watching A Christmas Story, one of my favorite movies of all time. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea, as I wonder if I’ll forever associate this movie with the pain of childbirth.
Today I was a teary mess, crying over saying goodbye to everyone and leaving work. Now that it’s just Paul and I, alone, I have all I ever imagined. I can’t put into words how fabulous he is and has been. He seems to know exactly when I need him most, and reaches out his hand to give me something to hold onto in the most needful of times. This is why you can’t be angry at him for sleeping while I’m not. I know that he’ll be here when the pain is too much, and my fear is too great.
Today (since it IS after midnight), we bring our daughter into the world, can you believe it?
