Nature vs. Medicine

This is how long I was awake last night. Except there was no fiesta. Just lots of sleeplessness and discomfort. The positive side of NOT sleeping from 1:50 am until after 5:30am is that I am in good shape for babies keeping me up all night.  Since I am feeling very musical, I thought I could sum up all of the physical, emotional, and psychological feelings I have right now with another song you definitely know. I now think that despite this feeling, I should have left my babies alone. The medical/societal pressure to deliver. Why? If Dr. C's arm being up in my cervix hurt me, I can only imagine how it felt to Phoebe and Kiwi. They were scrambling up towards my throat when she was up in there. I should have stuck to my guns and fucked her desire to "speed it up a little." Doesn't nature know better than her? Maybe they were meant to stay in there a whole 40 weeks. That would not surprise me. Too late now. Their cocoon is falling apart and they will be smushed and pushed out soon no matter what they/I think. Fighting your doctor every step is fucking exhausting.