I was crying.
I was screaming.
I was yelling like an Amazon woman.
I told my midwife and the nurse I didn’t think I could do this without medication, even though I really really wanted to. I don’t know if it’s because they knew how badly I didn’t want pain meds, or if it was too late for that by this point, but they both kind of ignored me and told me how strong I was.
The contractions were getting worse each time, which amazed me because I thought there was no way it could possibly get any worse.
I regretted ever complaining about the pain of labor when I delivered Judah, that was a piece of cake compared to this.