The hospital experience itself was surreal. I sent Jim and the kids home after 90 minutes. I was reminded of both my father and brother's chosen career in law enforcement as I observed the police presence in labor and delivery. I live in a carefully constructed bubble, my children attend a progressive private school where everyone is valued and the teachers and staff go by their first names. Mothers who curse, fathers who slap and children who accept this as normal are not a part of my daily routine.
I started this several days ago with a lot more to say on the subject but I'll just end it by noting that my body is fine and my spirit is healing.