October 2006
Oliver, Ontario
When the time came, Patrick was constantly traveling. As soon as he received a phone call from me he was on his way. I visited the hospital many times before the baby actually arrived. Each time was a muscle cramp or Braxton hicks.
I walked the stairs and hallways of the home for hours. Starting painful contractions 3 days before he was even born. I got two separate shots of morphine, to ease the tremendous pain. So I might get a few seconds of sleep, the doctors told me, I could come back later that day to be put in a room and monitored. I went home, showered and ate lunch before going back to the hospital, Patrick was already there.
The pain was excruciating, like the ripping of muscles I didn't know I had. My entire body was useless as it catered to the birthing process.
It was no time before the long awaited little boy finally graced the world with his presence. His ten fingers and ten toes all intact, his hair light and wispy, he was perfect in every sense of the word.
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