However, I also knew all the things that could go wrong. However, that didn’t stop the anxiety from practically eating me alive as I prepared for his birth.
However, six years later, one day before the 2016 Election, I found myself once again laying in the same position preparing for the birth of our third son. The result of which was a two-week long spinal headache. He had trouble finding my epidural space. That’s probably why the first thing I said to my husband when he greeted me horizontally in the operating room just prior to my second son’s c-section was, “Never again.” I had just spent the better part of twenty minutes hunched in my obstetrician’s arms as an anesthesiologist jabbed me with a really, really big needle in my spine.
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