What 13 Hours of Labor Taught Me
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I've heard many mothers describe the pain and ordeal of childbirth and I've read and received countless of suggestions on how to get through it like walking, squats, breathing exercises, yoga, etc. I knew it was going to be painful, but nothing prepared me for the discomfort that lay ahead. November 8, 2016, 11:30am. The start of my 13 hours of labor. I was already in so much pain prior to arriving at the hospital earlier that morning. I have been suffering from diarrhea for 3 days which was the very reason why we were in the hospital in the first place. I thought I was having contractions, but the frequent visit to the toilet proved otherwise. Gian was very worried that I'll dehydrate and that it might harm the baby, so we called my OB and was advised to go to the ER. My test came back positive with Amoebiasis and that's when my doctor decided that I have to be admitted. Within minutes, an IV line was inserted and medications were administered. I was fine for ...