I found a short cut to the hospital, at least that’s the only way I could explain the speed of my arrival after the midwife called at 8.45. T’s contractions were 3 minutes apart and she had been moved a delivery room.
It took two more hours before the Pushing phase, that’s about 30 minutes of self-inflicted electrocution and Gas and Air. It’s a bit like sticking your tongue on one of those square nine volt batteries while being gassed at the dentist, as I discovered during the ‘quiet time.’ And then there’s the real business as well. It’s an odd thing waiting for the next inevitable wave. Trying to be supportive, trying not to sound like a patronising jerk.
Out of the window, looking for inspiration, there were nine tall trees on the horizon.
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