On Second Thoughts . . .

Today I had a day of periodic, but fairly intense, contractions.  As I sat on the couch waiting one out this morning, my cheesedoodle chose the apex of contraction strength to head butt me in the stomach.

After I recovered, and had once again regained enough control to be sure I wasn’t going to throw my son across the room, I began to realize that my idealized dreams of laboring at home until mere hours before giving birth hadn’t taken into account the fact that my children should not be expected to understand the intricacies of the needs of a woman in labor.

And if I’m going to be headbutted during a contraction again, I would really like powerful drugs to be involved.


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After 11 years of infertility, I am now a mother to three, a wife of a Presbyterian (ARP) preacher and a struggling homemaker. Welcome to my little corner of the net. Kick off your shoes, put your feet up and join the conversation. View all posts by Coralie

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