I am so glad I never went into labor. Apparently there is a lot of patience involved, no food, lots of pain, and it takes fucking forever.
All of those things just aren't me, ya know?
So, I sit here totally nervous for Sister as she's still pushing this little baby out of her wazoo. Why is it taking so long?
I had my phone on low, but after my Nana called me at 11:35 (right after I fell asleep) to make sure she didn't miss a call, I turned it on silent. I got two texts around 4 AM...one from GG and one from BIL telling me that she was about to start pushing.
I said a silent prayer, marveled at the fact that the Crazies hadn't woken us up yet (it's been a rough few weeks here sleep-wise), and drifted back off to sleep sure that I'd hear something before my alarm went off.
Yes, I set an alarm on the weekends...I have issues.
I wake up at 6:30, check my phone for messages and there were NONE. WTF? NONE??? What is happening?
I text BIL. He replies that they're still pushing and that it's a slow process. Now I'm really getting nervous. Sister has a high tolerance for pain as she's suffered with lupus and RA for years (I don't even want to think about how challenging a recovery from labor this difficult will be for a lupus patient), but this is ridiculous.
My gut instinct is to tell her to ask for a c-section. Easy peasy...it'll be over in 2 seconds.
It's not my call though. She works in the medical profession. She's a smart girl. She's done her research.
She's also been awake for over 24 hours, hasn't eaten for over 24 hours, and has been pumped full of drugs.
If she were driving, she'd be arrested...let's just put it that way. It seriously makes me question whether or not they can even allow people to make coherent decisions at this point!
NEVER MIND!!!! SHE'S HERE!!!! (yes, I just totally stopped typing in the middle of a post...worst blogger ever)