For the last couple of weeks, I’ve met every one of T’s twinges with the expectation of labour. Tonight caught me unawares, although in my defence, I was asleep when The Waters Broke. It was 12.53am and 9 days early.
Although we seriously considered going back to bed until morning, an uncharacteristic rush of sense made us call the hospital. They ordered us in.
By 4.30am, the nurse has decided that the waters had leaked, not broken, that T, with contractions 5 minutes apart, wasn’t close enough to warrant a delivery room and that as a Man, I couldn’t stay in the Labour Ward. I went home, alone and helplessly separated from my heart.
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