I went to the operating room when I was thirty-two years old when my daughter was to be born.
I was scheduled to have a cesarean section and my back was anesthetized. I was a little scared and anxious. After the first injection the doctor said "I'm sorry it's over, but your legs are not numb." so we have to try again. I was upset to hear it let alone try it again, but I had not any choice and I had to put up with it. It was injected again but didn't work. Nurse and my husband hugged me and told me "endure one more time." I couldn't imagine,but I had no choice. The third injection, however, did not work. My husband saw my pale skin and his blood pressure to fall down they took him to another place. The nurse told me that if you want to give me a score pain from one to ten now, what is that score? I said with dry lips and blue nail it's 8. The doctor asked me to tolerate and inject again.
I tolerated and the injection was done but it did not work. Another doctor came and I was ready for the fifth injection with using a sono machine. I hummed under the lips, "God I can not do it anymore."and the fifth injection was done and doctor said"come on,it has done."after the baby was born, my nurse hugged me and said that you are a very brave person because when I asked you about your pain score, you said 8, but your pain score was 10. This was the second time in my life that I realized how brave I am.