Today, I’d like to share with you the most difficult moment of my first pregnancy…a moment that I’ve not been ready to share until now.
“I see that your contractions are consistently three minutes apart,” the veiled urgency in the on-call doctor’s voice echoed in my ears.
Earlier that evening, I felt the contractions beginning. By midnight, they were ten minutes apart, and we were on our way to labor and delivery.
At 24 weeks pregnant, I hadn’t reached the chapters in my pregnancy books that covered contractions. I hadn’t yet taken my childbirth class.
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