Personal Narrative: Real Pain

I laid all alone in a plain white twin sized hospital bed. My face pale as can be, as if I had just seen a ghost. My body was still, no movement, as if I were paralyzed. The news I had received was tremendously overwhelming. I felt trapped knowing there was no way out, no other option. My surroundings didn't make me feel any better; I was isolated trapped by white walls, three monitoring machines, a small closet, and a sink with a closed door oside. All I could think about was that in a couple of hours the inducement would begin, then labor, finishing off with the delivery. I laid with so many thoughts running through my head, I could not believe what was happening. Suddenly a noise coming from the entrance door made me quickly turn my head. I met eyes with a slim young female nurse. My heart dropped, the nurse was there to start the icement. I layed flat on my back as she inserted a long thin object placed on my cervix releasing medication to make me dilate. It was uncomfortable but not to the point that caused pain. Seven hours later is when I found out what real pain was.

While in pain something extremely out of the ordinary happened; I felt a rush of warm water dripping down along my cold legs. It felt as if I had peed but something told me it was something else. I let one of the nurses in charge of me know and she assumed I did pee myself. The nurse just walked out unworried leaving me on my soaked bed. I did not even care all I was concerned about was dealing with the contractions every time they attacked. In the middle of a strong contraction I watch the same slim nurse that prepared me for the inducement walk in my room quietly. Professionally she explained that she would be checking with doubt if it was my water that broke because it usually takes several more hours than just seven. Turns out it was time for the action to