continuously, pregnant women came to give birth, one after another. by the 29th hour, my arm was aching, my legs were crumbling, but i still could smile and encourage the woman in labor to continue pushing, not to give up, she can do it, just a little bit more! i think after saying the same stuffs for so many times the encouragements just comes out without me even thinking. and the woman can still thank me and said i was very patient. she had no idea that my brain was crying out 'Hurry up!! I am hungry, my arm hurts, my eyes are blurry and my back is splitting in half!'
hahaha! seriously, now i know my limit. a string of labor and delivery in 30 hours. that's enough!
but i'm slowly having a change of heart. i thought i would never put myself through labor and delivery, but then, thinking of it-what's 24 hours of severe pain compared to a lifetime of joy (minus a few years for the rebellious teenager phase)?
