Part 1
While I was in labor we watched the Lakers beat the Celtics in the playoffs. So that was kinda fun. Husband is a Kobe fan so he was happy. Then we “watched” the news. Now Its 430 in the morning and I labored throughout the night keeping track of my contractions on a website with a tool just for that. I let my husband “sleep” because I figured there is no point in both of us being exhausted. He sat on the couch with his eyes closed…that was how he slept. I decided that I had enough of laboring at home now…the contractions were 6 minutes apart and getting quite painful, with each one I would just bury my head in the back of the couch until it passed. The BRADLEY METHOD was NOT working. I could NOT relax. I didn’t care though. I just closed my eyes and waited for it to end. Husband called the doctor but left the wrong phone number!!! So I had to call them back and leave the right phone number to reach us at. We get to the hospital and we go in the wrong door and this little security guard sees us on camera and meets us and leads us the right way. I found out later that he was SOOOO scared that I was going to give birth right then and there…I WISH!!! We check in and I get on the table and they examine me. How dilated am I? 2 FREAKING CENTIMETERS!!! UGH! I was so sure I was at 5 or 7. I had no idea the pain I was experiencing was not as bad as what was coming. I did all my research on Epidurals and Pitocin and knew it wasn’t for me, but the nurse offered my Stadol…it goes right in your IV…It was to “take the edge off” Well it knocked me out for a while and I stopped laboring! THIS IS WHY I DIDN’T WANT DRUGS! But I wasn’t prepared to say no to Stadol. I wake up out of my groggy state, like I had too much to drink, and the nurse and doctor are standing over me and their heads are swimming around me. The doctor says its time for pitocin and an epidural and I feebly say “No”
While I was in labor we watched the Lakers beat the Celtics in the playoffs. So that was kinda fun. Husband is a Kobe fan so he was happy. Then we “watched” the news. Now Its 430 in the morning and I labored throughout the night keeping track of my contractions on a website with a tool just for that. I let my husband “sleep” because I figured there is no point in both of us being exhausted. He sat on the couch with his eyes closed…that was how he slept. I decided that I had enough of laboring at home now…the contractions were 6 minutes apart and getting quite painful, with each one I would just bury my head in the back of the couch until it passed. The BRADLEY METHOD was NOT working. I could NOT relax. I didn’t care though. I just closed my eyes and waited for it to end. Husband called the doctor but left the wrong phone number!!! So I had to call them back and leave the right phone number to reach us at. We get to the hospital and we go in the wrong door and this little security guard sees us on camera and meets us and leads us the right way. I found out later that he was SOOOO scared that I was going to give birth right then and there…I WISH!!! We check in and I get on the table and they examine me. How dilated am I? 2 FREAKING CENTIMETERS!!! UGH! I was so sure I was at 5 or 7. I had no idea the pain I was experiencing was not as bad as what was coming. I did all my research on Epidurals and Pitocin and knew it wasn’t for me, but the nurse offered my Stadol…it goes right in your IV…It was to “take the edge off” Well it knocked me out for a while and I stopped laboring! THIS IS WHY I DIDN’T WANT DRUGS! But I wasn’t prepared to say no to Stadol. I wake up out of my groggy state, like I had too much to drink, and the nurse and doctor are standing over me and their heads are swimming around me. The doctor says its time for pitocin and an epidural and I feebly say “No”
“Why” they ask
I really was not in the state of mind to go into this. I just mumble something about being afraid of it. And the Doc says that they will give me 2 hours.
To Be Continued
To Be Continued
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