Four years ago today, I found myself on Superwoman street. My journey lasted 70 hours. Almost 3 days. I lived on ice chips for 17 of those hours. I took 2 trips to the hospital. Walked the halls the first time for 3 hours and was sent home. My husband and I spent 5 hours at home, he helped count every contraction and helped me breath through them. He had the NFL network on but muted the whole time so I could listen to the thing that helped me the most, Sam Smith. I hugged a banister in the lobby of my clinic waiting to be seen for my 40 week check up, and didn’t care. I cried when I told my doctor how I had wanted to try to do this with no epidural but knew I couldn’t. We raced through a construction zone on our second trip to the hospital, driving like we were being chased, trying not to hit too many bumps. When we finally got a room and my medication set in, I was able to relax, a little. I apologized to all the nurses I was rather bitchy to. All the snacks I had packed in my hospital bag were now untouchable as I began what I never knew would be a 17 hour ice chip diet. 14 hours in I began pushing. I pushed for 3 hours and will never forget the doctors face when she told me I was 2 pushes away from having a c-setion. That is when I dug extra deep, found my superwoman strength and with everything I had left in me and my last 2 pushes, I gave birth to my son. There are many lessons in life that teach you that nothing good in life comes easy, comes without a price and a lot of effort. When you want something so bad, are unstoppable and will do anything for it, this is when you are on Superwoman street.
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