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My room was quite cold, about 62 degrees. Everything seems to be white and plain. The smell sometimes help me to relax, sometimes it didn’t. It was like they sprayed and washed everything with sanitizing stuff. Sometimes I thing hospitals should have some kind more “relaxing odor” like roses! It wasn’t just the smell in my room which bothered me but the seventy two cables and cords around my bed. The worst thing was…all those cables and cords were somehow connected to my body. This is when I started to feel afraid and nervous. For a second I forgot about the main point of me been there. My baby’s birth was going to take place right there. Suddenly I felt the contractions, the pain, the anxiety and during all this “feeling process”, my husband telling me “it’s OK, you are so strong, you can do it, I’m proud of you, it’s Ok, you are so strong, you can do it, I’m proud of you”….he said this maybe 102 times. By the third time I was ready to push not just my husband but the nurses, doctors, etc. I was in pain. Just to hear how great I was doing (even when I knew I was doing terrible and that I was probably the worst patience they had). I was impatience, intolerant.