OK, so remember that Ommm blog of mine - where I said, "I met an enigmatic woman with an orange aura". That said how much she LOVED labour and offered me some advice??
Well, she is FULL OF SHIT man.
She whitewashed labour so well, that she almost convinced me that I might be able to block out the pain and enjoy the process.
NOT A CHANCE.
I went into real labour in the afternoon on the 27th. My BH and I were at Mandeville Gardens, picking up some more plants. My contractions were consistantly irregular, but we decided to start timing them. By 3pm they were coming every 15 min. By 5pm they were every 10 min. And by 8pm they were every 5 min and intense! I decided it was time to go to the hospital...
By the time we got there, I was begging for an epidural. Of course, the doc on call tried to procrastinate - I think she thought I was 2cm or something.
She checked me at 9pm, and was surprized. I was 8cm. They quickly wheeled me upstairs to a suite...thinking I'm going to pop this baby out any second.
I kept asking for an epidural and she kept trying to talk me out of it.
ARGH.
I demanded one and finally got one around 11pm.
This was my fourth natural delivery. I had an epidural with my first. I sensed something was wrong, the pressure was unbelievable. (unlike my first three) I consider myself to have a high pain threshold, but the downside to having a doctor you don't know is they don't know you.
In a nutshell, Zara was sunny-side up and stuck. I knew something was up. I was pushing for a few hours and nothing was happening, it was exhausting.
Finally, an OBGYN was called in at 1am - Dr. Unger. Baby Z was getting stressed out. Me too!
Dr. Unger had these long gentle fingers. He found a focal point on the wall, reached in and manipulated her head.
He was my real angel - not that crazy lady at that party!!!
Three pushes and Zara slipped out on June 28 at 1:20 am.
The kids reaction reminded me of when they swam with the dolphins in Hawaii.
Bewilderment. Disbelief. Bliss. Surreal.
By the way, I LOVE dolphins. They have the highest chakra of all mammals. I even have a tattoo on my back to prove it of 3 dolphins with the kids initial on each of them. Which almost posed a problem I might add when it came time for the epidural. Lucky there was some uninked parts.
Looks like I'll have to add another one for Zara...ohhh my BH is gonna LOVE that!!
5 comments:
What a story! If you ever see that orange aura gal around you need to remember that orange = DIRTY LIAR!
Glad all went well and that Zara is healthy and wonderful... and woman, already talking about another baby??!! You are a HERO!
You are one strong woman I tell you...
You already know that...
As for orange lady I hope she tunes into your blog...
I was told the day before I gave birth that I would not be able to have an epidural due to my bad back...
I turned to my midwife and just said,'I was not going to go through the window... I was just looking through it... and knowing that it is barred shut makes me very sad and anxious...'
'Well enjoy the view because you can't have one!'
What a story!
p.s. Thanks for your visit.
Ohhh nooo I meant another dolphin tattoo!! LOL.
Great story - this one sounded like it was going the route of my first birth story, but that OB really does sound like an angel (much better than the forceps/episiotomy route!). Congratulations.
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