The anesthesiologist was still putting her epidural in. I checked her anyway and sure enough there was a head. It reminded me of the hardest thing I've done. She said it hurt so bad and that she just wanted him to take the contractions away, big monster contractions with coupling, wrapped her shiny brown hair in sweat, spoke in whispers so we could barely hear her, her water broke this morning, was too embarrassed to come in and be sent home again from not being ruptured, like last week, said “Dr. Apt.” when she came to the hospital, he sent her down to labor, started pitocin until her contractions became regular, said she could wait an hour for the c-section before having her epidural, laid in front of the picture windows with the light cascading all around her and her newborn boy.
