2 A.M., First Surges, and the Longest Car Ride of My Life: What I Learned About Patience Before Pushing
When my water hadn't broken and the surges were still ten minutes apart, every fiber of me wanted to bolt for the hospital at 2 a.m. Here's how hypnobirthing taught me to pause, assess, and trade panic for a plan — and why that waiting window turned out to be my secret weapon.