Dear, dear friends. We’ve been at this for thirty-eight straight hours now. J hits lulls sometimes, but even then the contractions come at least every ten minutes. This is a tough, tough labor. I don’t have it in me to go into specifics right now, but I wanted to reach out to thank you for all your positive energy, and to ask you to keep sending it.
We are blessed to be at a hospital that will labor with us for this long without pushing us towards interventions, without starting to question our choices. We have the best doula, the best midwives, the best labor team in the world. J is a unparalleled badass. The thirty-six hour mark found her hanging from a squat bar through three straight contractions. If she lets me when this is all done, I’ll post a photo that our doula took. It’s a kind of strength that leaves me in awe.
The (wonderful) midwife-on-call thinks that sleep is what J most needs now (we really haven’t slept), so we’re alone in our labor room, curled together on the tiny labor bed so that I can apply counterpressure each time she wakes up, terrified, at the peak of another contraction.
It would be good if this baby came tonight. We are really, really tired. Thank you for any love you send out into the universe in an effort to encourage this possibility.