I breathe and suffer. I time my contractions: they are spaced 5 to 7 minutes apart and last 40 to 60 seconds. I am at the very beginning of the work. I hope in my heart that it will go faster than for the boys. But I am not very optimistic. With each contraction, I try to promote the opening of the cervix: my favorite position is squatting. I’m talking to my daughter. “Go ahead my Pimousse! We will get there and in a few hours, we will be together you and me!«
The lunch taken, the children dressed, they play in their rooms. My darling clears the table and starts to believe it’s daytime. According to him, I am in another world, shifted. This is also how I feel. There is a bright sun outside, it is hot, a beautiful summer day. Only downside: it is September. I’m going to have to get used to the idea that I won’t have an August baby. I don’t particularly want it to be today so necessarily, it will be today! I go on to tell my friends that this is it, it’s my day.
I would like my baby to be in my arms in the afternoon but I’m more inclined for tonight or even tonight. I do not know why, I had imagined that my baby would be born at night, with a subdued light and a soft little music… Which we imagine anyway!