They Ripped Me Open. And Gave Me a Beautiful Gift.

Sometimes the beginning of life is the scariest.

Photo by Luma Pimentel on Unsplash

“She’s tach-ing, she’s tach-ing.” The monitor showed my heart rate rising above 138 and his dropping from 70 to 50. I could actually feel my heart beating out of my chest and him kicking to come out.

It took 25 hours, an epidural, and 3 rounds of Pitocin, but I was finally fully dilated — but they still…