My husband and I arrived at the hospital at six o’clock in the morning for my planned induction. My throat was so sore I could hardly swallow and my husband was coughing and feeling horrible as well. Was this really a good idea? My doctor talked to me and confirmed my own thoughts. If this was a viral infection I was only going to feel worse in another week. I sucked on ice chips, began the Ptosin, and prayed for the best.
My labors have all been slow. The nurses never believed me when I told them I didn’t expect to deliver before six o’clock and maybe not until eight. They nodded their head like they must to all their ignorant patients and said, “This is your fifth child? We’ll see about that!”
At about 11:00 the contractions were getting hard enough to make me ask for the epidural. As they were preparing to insert the needle my husband who was supposed to be my stability began coughing uncontrollably. I had to kick him out and hang on to the nurse! The first time the catheter was inserted I felt pain all the way down my back so he had to do it again. Would this never end? I was having to consciously breath between contractions. The anesthesiologist finally inserted the epidural, and I waited for relief to come.
I always tell the nurses that it takes more to get me numb than the average person and of course they never believe me. Finally, after an added shot of medicine to the epidural I found some relief. The strange thing was that it completely numbed my legs but I could still feel the contractions. For a while they were only mildly annoying, but as things progressed I felt the contractions in earnest. I pleaded for more medication. The anesthesiologist supposedly gave me another dose, but I did not feel any relief and the contractions were coming harder and closer together.
Around 2:30 my nurse came rushing into the room, checked the baby’s monitor, turned off the Ptocin, and quickly got my doctor on the phone. My baby’s heart rate had gone dangerously low for long enough that they were beginning to take action toward either delivering right then or an emergency C-Section. My nurse had me change positions and as I did my baby’s heart rate slowly went back to normal. Evidently he had descended too fast. The nurse thought we would have a baby within the hour, but with the Ptocin off pretty much nothing happened for the next couple of hours until they finally turned it back on.
By around five o’clock in the evening I was in terrible pain, sick, tired, and hungry. I kept telling my nurse that the epidural wasn’t helping. Finally, the anesthesiologist came in just in time to see me completely lose it with a contraction. I didn’t scream and yell though if I had had to endure that type of pain for hours I probably would have. I was not prepared for the pain. The nurse told us I didn’t have much longer so the anesthesiologist finally came to my rescue and gave me a dose that killed the pain and allowed me to give birth in moderate comfort. Bobby was born at 6:52.
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