At 2AM Monday morning, Nyasha called us out of the blue. I later asked her what prompted her to call, and she sincerely thought I had called her! I guess God was just telling her I needed to talk to her. In any case, we were certainly quite awake at the time. I let her know how exhausted I was and asked if there was any way I could get some sleep. She said the only way at this point was drugs. We were desperate enough for me to get rest that we were willing to try just about anything. We knew I needed to have rest in order to have the energy to make it through the rest of labor.
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