Before we left the hospital, I felt the only thing that would relieve the intense pressure would be to sit on the toilet. Looking back, I now know that all of these were signs I was in the transition period of labor right there in front of the midwife. My body was actually starting to push, yet still she sent me home.
I barely remember the car ride home. I was in agony, but even worse than that was the overwhelming urge to push. It was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.
We arrived home around 9:30 p.m. As soon as we pulled our car into the driveway, before my boyfriend had even parked, I ran into the house and upstairs to the bathroom to sit on the toilet and try to relieve the pressure.
By this point, I was absolutely terrified, I had no idea what was going on but I knew it was serious. When I reached down between my legs, I felt the bag of waters. At the time, my brain could not come up with what it was and this just added more confusion and terror to the situation. I now know that, of course, my daughter was well on her way out.
