Once I got to the hospital an hour later about 4pm it was waiting waiting and more waiting. Her labor was moving sooooooo slowly. Poor thing, I mean close to nothing. During this time I had way too much time to think. About 10pm after we all finally ate dinner and were settling in I had a total panic attack. I was thinking about the million things that could go wrong, I was feeling light headed and now nauseous. It didn’t help that there were like 6 of us in this room and i’m claustrophobic. I texted my husband and was like I can’t do this I can’t be here for the birth. I feel like i’m going to pass out and this is Lauren’s (my sister’s) time, I should just leave I am going to be more of a burden than help. Thankfully him and 2 of my closest friends talked me off the ledge. I wanted more than anything to welcome my niece into the world but wanted to make sure I was able to help and not make things worse.
The panic finally passed and we all got very little I mean very little sleep close to about 4am. My mom had one of the lounger chairs, my poor dad slept on the floor I had the little couch and my brother in law stayed awake in the chair right next to my sister like he was part of the night’s watch.