Learning As I Go: When the pain doesn’t matter

Christy Bass Adams Guest Columnist The day I was induced with my first son, my husband also broke his thumb. Induction isn’t the smooth ride I hoped it would be. My labor took almost eighteen hours, and my doctor had to manually break my water (for the record, it really hurt). In the first few hours, the contractions came in waves. As the pain escalated, David placed his hand in mine to comfort me. I guess he wasn’t thinking, because it was his hand with his newly injured thumb. A cont