taylow's Birth Story
My husband is an officer and he works 12 hour shifts, on midnights. Everything bad seems to happen at night. True? Well I was cleaning our bedroom watching my HGTV and I felt a little funny for a moment, nothing big. So an hour later I felt it again. So I thought I better call him since he is 45 minutes away it is 1:00 am and we have no family around to watch the other kids. So he comes home, but I tell him prior to not tell anyone, it could be a false alarm, right... sure...
So he gets home and then it comes, I know it is time to go. We call every Tom, Dick, and Harry that we can think of. And not one person can come. So we ask the guy across the street whom we barely know to watch our prides and joy in the dead of the night. So by then which is another hour later, they are really coming fast (the contractions) I tell my husband, "Lets go." But first my dear thinking hubby decides to let the dog go pee...in the front yard. Well she takes off, yes gone down the road. I am standing at the door waiting, in pain, with the stranger neighbor talking to me as I am doing some kind of breathing.
So hubby gives up on the dog. We get in the van, ahhh... in 45 minutes I will be in epidural heaven. We get in our not only a van, but our 12 passenger family van. We head down the street, ahhh... and then the beep comes. WHAT IS THAT??? Here it is the low gas light. Great, great, GREAT!! Breath, just breath.
My poor hubby is flying to get me there. Hoping I don't pop her out on the way or on the side of the road, gasless. I am in sheer fear of flying around roads while in labor. We finally get there and well baby almost came in the parking lot. Great does that mean no epidural??
I fought for pain relief. I decided I was most comfortable on my side. But low and behold the doctor said I cannot deliver in such an odd position. ODD? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ODD? I was content and was coaxed by hubby to roll over. Ouch.
Twenty minutes in the hospital she is out. And here she is a beautiful healthy painful, I mean joyful little girl.
And since then I have had #7. A little bundle of boy. He was induced, of course, I'm not crazy. And when people ask how his delivery was I have such flash backs I tell them it was pretty bad and tell them this exact story I am telling you... Then my hubby reminds me, "Dear that was #6, 2 years ago."
But I would do it again. Well if I absolutely had to. Really had to. Well maybe not. Okay I would.
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