Cameron's Birth Story
Truth be told, I had no idea what contractions would feel like. This was my first pregnancy and I was clueless. I had irregular contractions that were fairly strong starting at 7 PM. I asked my husband to make some dinner so that I could lay down and hopefully feel better. I did not eat very much of the dinner he made because of the pain I was in. We had started timing the contractions but since they were irregular we decided to wait to go to the hospital. By the time we finally did decide to head there, my contractions were a regular one to two minutes apart.
I was in so much pain that I could not answer any questions in triage and made my husband speak for me. The only words I could get out were "I want an epidural now!" I'm normally a very sweet and mild-tempered person, but for some reason, when I'm in labor, I can be very snappy. I was placed in my room and got my epidural quickly. Some people say that getting the epidural was painful, but I didn't feel a thing. The anesthesiologist even commented on how that was one of the easiest epidurals he had ever performed.
When you choose a university hospital like I did with UK (University of Kentucky), there's no guarantee you'll get your usual doctor, but that didn't phase me. I had the two sweetest, young woman residents ever. They also were very experienced and had the attending doctor just a buzz away. They helped my husband and me come up with a middle name for our son and even enjoyed watching all my husbands friends serenaded me when they came in the room to visit while I was still in labor but not quite ready to push. Around 5 am I was ready to push. So I pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Around 6:30 it was discovered that my son was face up and would be harder to get out. So I kept pushing. I had pushed for so long I was exhausted and in tremendous amounts of pain despite the epidural. By this point there were about 20 people in the room watching me: 2 nurses, 2 residents, 3 attending doctors, 4 nursing students, 1 nursing instructor, a few residents who came in just to see what all the fuss was about and my poor husband who had almost passed out twice. Around 7:45 I started crying uncontrollably and said "I can't do this." The nurse, who was a little blunt in her delivery said that I had no choice and had to do it. One attending doctor started barking out orders to get a vacuum and to do all sorts of other things. Another argued back that I needed to be rushed into have an emergency c-section. I looked over at my husband who was just as clueless as I was. All I knew is that I was too tired to push anymore and I didn't want a c-section. They used a vacuum and at 8:05 my son cameron was born. He was the cutest little thing ever even with the bump the vacuum caused on his head.