The pain relievers hit my system, but by the time the next contraction arrives, it’s as if they gave me absolutely nothing. I scream out and shake my head on the pillow. “That’s it. I’m done. I’m not doing this. Cece, pack up. Jasper, give me a hand. Let’s go take a baby from the nursery and call it a day.” There’s a tense silence, and I rise up and yell, “Jeez. I was kidding!”
