What's the hardest thing you've ever done?

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A lot of things come to mind for me but having a baby probably tops the list. I had 5 threatened miscarriages, a high risk pregnancy and they told me I nearly died during labor. Went into pre-eclampsia two days before my due date. Did not want an induced labor but had to have one as my high BP alone could have killed us both. My birthing plan asked for no pain meds and no episiotomy,

I made it through most of the labor with no meds despite my labor being the worst any of the medical professionals had ever seen. One contraction was still going while the next one plowed into me. I was finally falling asleep from exhaustion so was given Demerol in my I.V. which the nurse said was no more of a pain reliever than aspirin.

Her head was molding to my cervix so she wouldn't come out. I kept everyone in the room laughing by promising to make chocolate milk for her and trying to lure her out with stuffed animals. Dr. finally had to use forceps and also had to do the episiotmy with no pain relief. 17 stitches. Just not fun at all.

So what was the hardest thing you ever did?
 
A lot of things come to mind for me but having a baby probably tops the list. I had 5 threatened miscarriages, a high risk pregnancy and they told me I nearly died during labor. Went into pre-eclampsia two days before my due date. Did not want an induced labor but had to have one as my high BP alone could have killed us both. My birthing plan asked for no pain meds and no episiotomy,

I made it through most of the labor with no meds despite my labor being the worst any of the medical professionals had ever seen. One contraction was still going while the next one plowed into me. I was finally falling asleep from exhaustion so was given Demerol in my I.V. which the nurse said was no more of a pain reliever than aspirin.

Her head was molding to my cervix so she wouldn't come out. I kept everyone in the room laughing by promising to make chocolate milk for her and trying to lure her out with stuffed animals. Dr. finally had to use forceps and also had to do the episiotmy with no pain relief. 17 stitches. Just not fun at all.

So what was the hardest thing you ever did?


You have a daughter. :heart:
 
A lot of things come to mind for me but having a baby probably tops the list. I had 5 threatened miscarriages, a high risk pregnancy and they told me I nearly died during labor. Went into pre-eclampsia two days before my due date. Did not want an induced labor but had to have one as my high BP alone could have killed us both. My birthing plan asked for no pain meds and no episiotomy,

I made it through most of the labor with no meds despite my labor being the worst any of the medical professionals had ever seen. One contraction was still going while the next one plowed into me. I was finally falling asleep from exhaustion so was given Demerol in my I.V. which the nurse said was no more of a pain reliever than aspirin.

Her head was molding to my cervix so she wouldn't come out. I kept everyone in the room laughing by promising to make chocolate milk for her and trying to lure her out with stuffed animals. Dr. finally had to use forceps and also had to do the episiotmy with no pain relief. 17 stitches. Just not fun at all.

So what was the hardest thing you ever did?

There are so many things in life that are difficult. Dealing with death is probably one of the hardest.

This was not my first encounter with death, but it was very hard. In 1971, a little girl I'd taught the previous year in kindergarten, fell down an elevator shaft to her death. Your kids (teachers think of their students as their kids) aren't supposed to predecease you! It never gets easier. Earlier this year a 32 year old former student died from stomach cancer. It's always hard.
 
I was my aunt’s power of attorney and I had to follow her wishes to discontinue care. I held her and told her how much I loved her as she took her last breaths.

A couple months later, my dad committed suicide. My mom has just lost her sister and now she lost her husband. I was the one who took care of everything- media, funeral arrangements, contacting family before it was on the news, so much that no one should ever have to deal with.

Also during this time, I was going through a divorce. Telling our daughter we were getting a divorce was extremely hard. I’ll never forget the way she cried.
 
I was my aunt’s power of attorney and I had to follow her wishes to discontinue care. I held her and told her how much I loved her as she took her last breaths.

A couple months later, my dad committed suicide. My mom has just lost her sister and now she lost her husband. I was the one who took care of everything- media, funeral arrangements, contacting family before it was on the news, so much that no one should ever have to deal with.

Also during this time, I was going through a divorce. Telling our daughter we were getting a divorce was extremely hard. I’ll never forget the way she cried.

Hugging you long distance
 
Saying good bye to my daughters as they were taking me into open heart surgery.
Telling my sister that I wasn’t sure asking her home from the hospital after her suicide attempt, and having to convince her that she needed to commit herself.
 
Standing up each morning is climbing to the top of the list.
 
To continue cohabiting for seven months to add on and pump up the value of the house once divorce was agreed to.
 
Walking into the house my father had died in. We'd had a difficult relationship, and I'd not been there for years, possibly even decades. We spoke on the phone regularly, and he visited me every now and then, but I didn't realise how much his mental state had declined - the house was irrefutable evidence of that.
He'd also been in there 4-6 weeks before anyone found him. It was ages before I stopped smelling that smell; my hands went red from washing them viciously every time I touched anything that had been in the house.
I've done a lot of difficult things in my life, but walking into that house nearly broke me. Luckily my husband was amazing - it was really only him that got me through it.
 
Walking into the house my father had died in. We'd had a difficult relationship, and I'd not been there for years, possibly even decades. We spoke on the phone regularly, and he visited me every now and then, but I didn't realise how much his mental state had declined - the house was irrefutable evidence of that.
He'd also been in there 4-6 weeks before anyone found him. It was ages before I stopped smelling that smell; my hands went red from washing them viciously every time I touched anything that had been in the house.
I've done a lot of difficult things in my life, but walking into that house nearly broke me. Luckily my husband was amazing - it was really only him that got me through it.

Unfortunately, I'm also familiar with that smell .... I had to do the clean up after a family member commit suicide. It was in the hottest part of summer & days after the shooting when I started. Sorry you had to do that.
 
You never know how strong you can be, until you have no choice but to be strong.
 
There are so many things in life that are difficult. Dealing with death is probably one of the hardest.

This was not my first encounter with death, but it was very hard. In 1971, a little girl I'd taught the previous year in kindergarten, fell down an elevator shaft to her death. Your kids (teachers think of their students as their kids) aren't supposed to predecease you! It never gets easier. Earlier this year a 32 year old former student died from stomach cancer. It's always hard.

Very sad. :(
 
Unfortunately, I'm also familiar with that smell .... I had to do the clean up after a family member commit suicide. It was in the hottest part of summer & days after the shooting when I started. Sorry you had to do that.

Awful, isn't it? It felt like it just got into everything. I seriously considered burning the house down, because that seemed easier.
 
To echo a few here, probably watching the five year old child of friends slowly die in the hospital. The pain that poor child suffered, juxtaposed with his stoicism and courage, made me cry.
 
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