Seven years ago right now I was a miserable woman. I was FAT. My baby was 4 days late. I was supposed to be induced first thing in the morning but they were too "busy" and said call back later. So I waited 5 minutes. Then another 5 minutes. At one point I may have waited as long as 6 minutes because I had to use the potty.
Finally they were sick of hearing my whiny voice and said "come in at 11:00." I think we were there by 10:00, but I can't be certain. Joel wanted this kid out of me as much as I did.
Finally around 12:00 I was able to get into a bed and get the party started. I had strict instructions to my doctor that said "NEEDS DRUGS IMMEDIATELY." Well, the nurses may have been angry with me for calling 2 million times because they wouldn't let me have the drugs. Now, I wasn't actually in any pain unless you call having a gigantic child inside of you. Two hours into the labor, I was starting to feel some pain. The nurses were real close to feeling some pain too because they were still holding back the good stuff. Finally my doctor shows up at around 3:00. I knew she'd be on my side. She asked why I hadn't asked for the epidural yet. I told her the nurses were sadistic buttheads. I got the epidural. After the epidural kicked in the doctor came back and decided to break my water to get the show on the road since I was still only dilated to like 4 or something.
After the fun time of having your water being broken by a knitting needle or something to that equivelent, the doctor told me what to expect and that I would probably be in labor another 4-6 hours and that she was going to go have dinner and come back and check on me.
Now, I had the epidural, but it wasn't totally covering all the pain or the sensation and something didn't feel right at this point. I said I thought maybe she should check down there cause things suddenly felt different. She went in for another exam and guess whose little head was slinking on out?? DON'T PUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wasn't pushing. I was simply breathing. DON'T BREATHE!!! Awkward. Now I get to see these nurses scramble to get the birth ready. I think it took like a half a sneeze to get her out. The doctor said "thank god your water didn't break at home cause she would have ended up on your kitchen floor."
So we had a 9 pound little girl born at 4:54 p.m. on July 8, 2003. She hasn't been the easiest kid to raise, but she's been a blessing all along the way. She brings us so much joy and happiness and laughter. She completed our family, and I didn't even know we were incomplete!
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