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A Wee-Bean Story (Part 4)*
At approximately 8:45pm on February 14th, my epidural had completely kicked in, my oxygen mask had been removed and the tornado of nurses had cleared my room. Olivia and Dr. Evil had left to go home for the evening, and my mom and dad slipped out for a bite to eat. The lights were dimmed in my room and as the Hubster played on our ipad in the chair next to me, I laid back and closed my eyes, ready for a few hours of sleep before the wee-bean arrived. Suddenly, I felt something… change. There was still absolutely no pain, but I began to feel some pressure… down there.…
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A Wee-Bean Story (Part 3)*
At 5pm Dr. Evil reappeared with another whirlwind of nurses. He told me he wanted to examine me again, but I immediately knew that this examination would be different when I realized there were nurses on either side of me, ready to help hold me still if need be. I had my eyes squeezed tight and was trying to imagine myself in a happy place when he announced that I had dilated to 3cm, which was great progress from where I was this morning. By this point the effects of the gel had long since worn off and my body was finally progressing though labor on its own. He let me…
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Remember Me?
Hi lovelies. It’s a grey, rainy afternoon and I finally found myself with my arms free for the first time in weeks. I know I kind of fell off the face of the earth for a while, but I do have an explanation. Over a month ago I left you with part two of my wee-bean story. I do intend to finish it, but I took a deliberate hiatus from writing it. You see, as I was writing part three, we received news that someone very close to us had lost her full-term baby. Then, just four days later I learned that another friend had miscarried her baby as well… and she too was…
