On the way to the hospital, my contractions became unbearable. I didn’t want to be sitting down and kept trying to sit up in the car, urging my boyfriend to drive faster. I was in extreme discomfort.
When we arrived at the hospital, it was probably around 8pm. The midwife who assessed me seemed grumpy and fed up. I felt like she couldn’t be bothered to deal with me and didn’t believe the level of pain I claimed to be in.
She did an internal assessment and told me I was only 3cm dilated and so therefore not in active labor.
‘Go home,’ She said. ‘And try to calm down. This could go on for days.’
I was beside myself. Days?! I couldn’t cope with even another hour of this pain and discomfort. I started having irrational thoughts, thinking I was going to die and wondering if I could just opt for a C-Section now because I absolutely, categorically, could not cope with this.
