By 7:00 am on Thursday, May 28th, I was hooked up to an IV with a little demon called Pitocin surging through my veins. It didn't take long. By 10:30, I was asking for an epidural and I was 5cm. The Novocaine shots to numb me for my epidural were the first curse words I have uttered. But 10 minutes later it was in...but I wasn't numb. The anesthesiologist came in an stabbed me in the toe with his pen...and I jumped. This led to 10 minutes and 2 doctors standing around trying to figure out why I was only numb from the mid-thigh down on my right side. "This would be perfect if we could make him come out your knee cap." <----That was my nurse, Maureen. Always the kidder. So my other nurse Nikki, who had never walked a patient through an epidural, patiently walked me through 2 more, while I almost killed her on several occasions.
Long story short, 3 epidurals, 2 1/2 hours, and 3 anesthesiologists later, I told them NO MORE! This is when the nurse kindly informed me that it was too late to have any pain meds in my IV. EXCUSE ME? Luckily, the wonderful head of anesthesia was there and was able to order some Fentanyl in my drip. Didn't help the pain much, but it sure was relaxing....
Nursing shift change came at 3, during which I was continually contracting, high as a kite, and being introduced to my new ward clerk....a man. Lovely. But Maureen and Nikki both stayed because I was so close. This is when I found out that they had lost my internal monitor and could not tell when I was having contractions. I would have to tell them when I needed to push. How the hell was I supposed to know?!
Half an hour later, I knew. 4 sets of pushes (about 15 minutes) later, Liam Andrew Milbourn entered the world!
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