But for my first delivery, I spent four days waiting to get a hospital room AFTER my water had broken.
And the second time round, all I could think about was… “Will I get a room in time to have an epidural?”
I don’t like giving birth. I love my babies and I thank God for my two long awaited pregnancies that both brought me beautiful baby girls, but I don’t want to do it again.
Pushing a baby out of my body scares me. The pain scares me. The fear that something will go wrong and my baby won’t survive scares me. And most of all the fear that panic will take over my body scares me.
But what makes me angry is that on top of all that fear, the main trigger of my anxiety was that there would not be room in the hospital for me to get a delivery room and an epidural.