While I was taking mom to get some grocery, the doctor decided that Grace was having too much of a good time (not dilating) and increased the doses of picocin in her IV drip. Did that work or what…
A couple of hours later, the water ruptured. Pitocin worked. Four nurse- and three doctor-shifts later, it was about time.
Grace dilated to 4cm (10cm is the magic number; that’s when all the pushing and screaming starts). It may have been that I didn’t get enough sleep last night in addition to lack of food, I thought my knees were going soft on me when I saw the amniotic fluid draining down her legs. But all was good.
The nurse was happy that Grace was now finally making progress. But Grace was grumpy that she would now be feeling the pain at all times from this point on. In fact, the pain became so unbearable that she had to request for epidural. By now, she’s all hooked up with a bunch of high-tech machines, each monitoring a different vital status crucial to both the mother and the fetus.
More IV drips than a man can take.
More machines than a man can take.
