As the night wore on and Brooke got happy with pushing the button to increase the pitocin, I got more and more miserable. I was using the second hand on the wall clock as a focal point, and I found that somehow soothing to see how long each one lasted and how close together each one was. I was amazed how calm I felt. I was in pain, but not moaning about it. I was tired - but I was able to keep on going.
Labor is an amazing journey.
I was in another world. I don't think I was fully realizing that all this work was helping Becca come into the world. My blood pressure stayed high but manageable, so they let me labor much longer than I had been led to believe I would have to. As the hour drew closer I realized it wasn't going to happen. She checked me around 8am or so and found that I was 10cm dilated and fully effaced.