Unexpected Delivery

Unexpected Delivery

ENG101

When I found out I was pregnant with my now almost three year old daughter, I imagined her birth to be a calm, blissful, life-changing experience. Although it was single handedly the most life-changing experience of my life, calm and blissful wouldn't quite be my next choice of words. Having an induced labor, unimaginable pain, and an unexpected change of plans vastly differed from the picture I painted in my head.
I had heard the story before, a mother to be wakes up in the middle of the night and notices her water has broken. Her husband rushes her to the hospital, and in what seems like minutes they're holding their new bundle of joy in their arms. My story doesn't quite go that way. I do wake up in the middle of the night, but that's because I'm over forty weeks pregnant and swollen all over. My blood pressure is through the roof, and my doctor tells me that if I don't go into labor over the weekend he'll have to induce me. This news devastates me because I'd always wanted the picture perfect delivery - which included me going in to labor all on my own. After another weekend of sleepless nights and ankles the size of bowling balls, I decided to go along with my doctor. Me and my fiancée anxiously packed our bags and made the drive to the hospital. This was the last time we were to go anywhere as a couple, we knew when we left we’d be leaving as a family.
"Hee-hee, hoo-hoo" I had often heard this mantra repeated over and over in the movies and on television, which is supposed to help a woman cope with the pains of labor. Unfortunately that mantra does not work, it doesn't even come close. There are really no words that can describe the pains of labor. I haven't felt a pain that even comes close to comparing to a contraction. I imagined a delivery with no pain medicine what-so-ever; I wanted to go natural. Over the course of my pregnancy I’d watched in awe stories about women who had all natural births, and I thought if they...