Five hours later, after an agonizing natural labor (with only morphine for pain), I delivered our baby girl. The nurse’s phone diagnosis was, unfortunately, spot-on. As we sped off into the black Florida night, my life suddenly felt like that kaleidoscope, spinning and spinning, out of control. Colors from the stoplights whizzed by: a kaleidoscope in red, yellow and green. As Joe drove, I took deep breaths and stared out the rain-streaked passenger side window, praying the nurse was wrong. “You could have a kidney infection,” she said, after I described my worsening back pain.Ī dose of antibiotics will fix this in no time, I thought hopefully.īut the nurse continued, “Or, you might be in labor.” She spoke in a kind, yet matter-of-fact way. When I finally called my doctor’s after hours emergency line, around 10 p.m., the nurse stated what was pretty obvious: I needed to go to the emergency room. Eventually, I couldn’t walk upstairs without hunching over.
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But I chalked it up to being a teacher in a school full of germs.Īs the afternoon melted into evening, my discomfort gradually intensified. I felt slightly under the weather ― headache, general malaise, and a sense that something wasn’t quite right. It will go away, I told myself, as I tried to divert my attention by correcting my third grade students’ math papers. I noticed the back pain the following Tuesday evening.
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