I remember my mom saying “I remember the day you were born” and thinking to myself “no way”.
Now more than ever, I believe that statement.
I remember arriving at the hospital only 32 weeks pregnant, in the early stages of labor, shocked when they told me that in Canada they do not try to stop labor.
I remember being sent home after 1.5 hours with no progress and contractions had 'stopped'.
I remember laboring at home, arriving back at the hospital 3 hours later and staring daggers at the doctor who sent us home, who was just ending his shift. The shocked look on the nurses faces when they checked and said I was a full 10 cm dilated. The surprise in the doctor’s voice when he broke my water and found a little foot. Being prepped for a c-section, not having time to process what was actually happening.
I have had 11 years to process these events and I am thankful everything turned out okay.