![]() ![]() Eventually a night nurse mentioned that I had been in labor for three days. The doctor turned to me and said, “If you make it through the night without going into preterm labor, I’d be surprised.” With that, he walked out and I was checked into the maternity ward. The other two were tumors, larger than the baby. The image showed three babies, only I was pregnant with one. They asked again about my back, implied I had eaten something “bad” for me and begrudgingly, finally decided to do an ultrasound. He glared at me and said that if I wasn’t quiet he would leave and I would not get any pain relief. ![]() ![]() By the end of three days, my butt still hurt and I had not slept more than fifteen minutes straight in almost seventy hours. I tried that for all the next day and part of another. The nurse said it was probably constipation. Just behind the butt muscle and off a bit to the side. When the doctor arrived, he explained that I was probably just too fat and that spotting was normal and he sent me home. The nurse looked alarmed, about the chair, and eventually ushered me back. After I had bled through the nice chair in the waiting room, I told my husband to ask them again if perhaps I could be moved to a more private area. That day I sat in the waiting room for thirty minutes, after calling ahead and reporting my condition when I arrived. ![]()
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