May 31, 2006 09:10
We have been up since 2am Tuesday morning. I have slept about 10 hours since waking Monday morning.
The midwife says that once she is dilated to four centimeters, it will take an average of another 10 hours before the baby arrives.
I am tired, but don't want to sleep more than "Mom." Her contractions are hitting the yelling and swearing phase, and it twists my heart each time. There are a couple of other people here with me, and I am enjoying a quiet break to pound on this mother-beeping keyboard as hard as my fingers would like.
I am torn between feeling like there is nothing that I can do, and feeling like anything I try would be useless.
And I can't believe that I am looking for support or for help in this time. I mean - I'm not "Mom."
The other two here have been kind...reminding me that I can sleep, and that I should have fluids, and generally asking me how I am.
I wish I had more to say - pounding on this keyboard is comforting.
I'm glad I'm not alone.
I'm glad I decided years ago that I wasn't going to ever get pregnant.