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Lucy, my beautiful son Xander is sitting here with me as we reply to you. I was willing to accept all forms of medication, and had a birth plan clearly stating that. Literature that the hospital had given me had indicated that cramping was a sign that labour was coming soon. I woke up at 2am on April 7, with cramping (it had been 9 months since I had cramps, so what the heck did i know?). Suffice to say, out came the hot water bottle. By 4am I was having the occasional hot bath to help ease the cramps (this has always been my manner of dealing with the pesky creatures). At 8am my mother-in-law called and I asked her to bring me a heating pad, to which she replied, "Is the baby on the way?". I explained to her that I was just having pre-labour cramps, and that the baby would probably be here in a few days. She arrived at noon to drop off the heating pad, and was surprised to see how much control these cramps were taking of my life. After mere minutes I realized that the heating pad was useless, and headed back to my warm bath (by this point, I stopped draining the tub because I was in and out of it so frequently). While in the bathtub, there was NO pain, it was wondrful. Before she left (at 1pm), my mother-in-law asked me if I would like to go to the hospital, and get checked out by a doctor. I thought that that was a strange question coming from a woman who had 3 children. Surely she should have known that I was not yet in labour. Seriously, I was just having freakin' cramps! By 2pm, I was bored of being in the tub so often, and called a close friend of mine. We frequently discussed our pregnancies (her second son was on the way). I told her about my evil cramps, and how annoying thery were, and then she started asking me questions. I understood that she was going, and promptly told her that I was surely not in labour. After helping me breathe through 2 "cramps", she insisted that I at least call the hospital. by 3:30pm, I realized that these cramps were horrible, and that if they got any worse, I would be unwilling to get out ot the tub long enough to make the 10 minute drive to the hospital (by this point, I was only pain free in the tub). I called my mother-in -law (bless her heart - the story gets stressful for her from here on out) and asked her to come and take me to the hospital to get checked out. She was at my place in minutes (she was a speed limit 25 minute drive away), and asked me if I wanted help taking my overnight bag out. By this point, I realized that this woman was insane. Why should I take my overnight bag with me for a check-up? I informed her that it was unnecessary, and off we went. So, on the drive to the hospital, "Ms.I-have-a-few-screws-loose" thought it useful to time my cramps, and give her a list of my famliys' phone numbers "just in case" . I remember being quite annoyed that everyone was b__wing this out of proportion. Didn't they realize that I was the mother-to-be? If I was in labour, I would have been screaming it on the mountaintops, I was surely the one most anticipating my baby's arrival. When I got to the hospital, the ladies at the reception desk skipped me to the front of the line (after offering me a seat, and hearing my explanition that standing was more comfortable - spoken between sharp intakes of breath), and registered me while riding the elevator to the labour a__sesment unit. At this point, I became very afraid for my baby's health. On the elevator ride, the nurses gently told me that this much cramping was not normal. By 4pm the nurse was checking me out, and (after parking) upon walking in to the room my mother-in-law (and I both) heard the nurse happily exclaim, "You're 4cm dilated, and your baby is definately on it's way!" WHAT? This was not labour, this was just cramps (or so i'd believed all day!). My body of course responded to these words with the worst contraction (not cramp!) that I had had yet. I asked the nurse to put me in a tub, and off my mother-in-law went to get her son for me. By 4:30 they returned (amazingly, no speeding tickets were acquired in the making of this story!), and the nurse had aleady started my iv (while I lounged in the tub), and she had me prepared for any drugs that I might wish to have. It was only at this point that the tub was no longer erasing my pain. In fact, it was making the contractions tolerable, but not painless. I had the demerol shot, and that eased (not erased) the pain, but made me very nauseated (which is the neat, tidy, and tame version of what really happened). I had no interest in sitting (painful), but enjoyed marching in place to help tolerate the pain. at 5pm the nurse asked me if I wanted further pain relief yet. I wasn't interested yet, I was still handling the pain ok. She warned me that 2 other women in labour had arrived, and if I said no to the epidural now, I would probably have to wait about an hour for the anastesiologist (sp) to become available again. I decided not to wait, and asked for the epidural. The worst pain that I had ever experienced in my life was holding still (more accurately being held still) in the "c" position to have the needle inserted. The needle was a joke, the pain was caused by 2 back to back contractions while being held still. It was seriously, god-awful painful. It also only lasted 4 minutes, and was followed by wonderful news. NO MORE PAIN, no more contractions, no more feeling from the waist down (oops, they had my dosage a little too high). I set my boyfriend free to go have supper, a stress smoke (or 5), and a break. My father came in to see me then, and was amazed that at 6cm dialated, I was FINE. I was better than fine, I was happy, and joking, and excited. He made a few jokes about how my mother should have had these drugs when I was born, because she was not so pleasant. At 6:30pm my boyfriend had returned (and my dad left), just in time to hear the doctors discussing that I was at 8cm, and decide to break my water. At 8pm the nurses and doctors asked me if I felt like pushing (nope), and suggested that I push whenever I flet the need to. At 8:15pm they started telling me when to push (the od of the epidural prevented me from feeling the sensation of needing to push). Eventually, I realized that I felt kind of like the stomach's reaction to hiccups (a little jiggle type of feeling) everytime they wanted me to push, and I started pushing on my own. I did 2 sets of 2 pushes, and 1 set of 3. That 3rd push was the last push I wanted to make, I was getting tired, and running out of energy. I gave it my all, and informed the nurses/doctors (through strained pushing) that this was it. I KNEW that it was. 8:48pm - They nodded, smiled and encouraged me. I will never forget the look of shock (and slight fear) on their faces when with that giant push, out fell (literally) my son. I was not stretched enough, so I tore (horribly), and he ploped onto the table long before they were expecting it. The tearing is the only thing that I really felt since I had the epidural, and I honestly FELT it. It is now what I think of as the worst pain ever in my life (worse than the epidural insertion pain from earlier). It also was quickly forgotton. The burning, tearing sensation caused me to scream, which was cut off by my son's first cry. The second he opened his mouth, I looked at him, smiled and fell back in a dopey, lovesick fog. Truthfully, the big shot of moprphing they gave me after the tear probably helped ease the pain, and I remember asking the nurse to keep her finger (gloved) on my private area, because it gave me something to focus on instead of the pain. while they gave me local anestetics. Once the anestetics hit the spot, I was back to feeling nothing again (until the next day, which is a story for some other person, some other time). That's my story. The short version is as follows: from 2am until 3:30pm, I thought that nothing was wrong, and there was no pain (with the help of the tub). I found out that I was in labour at 4pm, had increasing discomfort until 5:30pm with the arrival of the epidural. I felt no pain agan until my son's birth at 8:48pm which lasted mere seconds. It was quick, it was reasonably easy (compared to what I had heard), and it was well worth it. I wish that I could go back in time and not have wasted so much time in fear of giving birth. The epidural is the one thing that I reccomned to everyone. What's wrong with no (or very little for some women) pain? I think that If people hadn't told me such horror stories before it happened, I might have realized that I was in labour more than 4h 48min before my son arrived! =) Enjoy, don't be afraid, and know that your body was designed specifically to do this! Congrats on your soon to be new addition!
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