When we arrived at 10:45, I walked into Labor and Delivery for what felt like the 159th time. The nurse at the check in desk remembered me (from last week, and the week before that and the day before that and so on…) and handed me the paperwork to be completed and signed. She asked what was going on and I remember telling her "just contractions that make me feel like an idiot for thinking I was in labor any other time". She laughed and I'm sure she was thinking that this was yet again another false alarm.
June 26, 2014
|I re-met that dang Sprite later...|
|I forgot my slippers....|
At around 3am and dilated to only a 5, the most amazing man entered my life. The epidural man. By this time the contractions were coming so hard and so fast I literally couldn't tell when one stopped and another began. I was beyond delirious, climbing almost out of bed trying to escape. It didn't work. He pulled the tray in front of me and placed a pillow on top and told me to lay across it. As I did he began to explain the risks to the procedure and I felt like screaming at him to shut up and stick the needle in my back. I didn't. I just nodded and waited for him to be done talking. Chris and Alisha stood on either side of the tray to assure its stability. He began. It failed. I felt pins and needles all the way down my left side. He started again. Blood. It failed again. Chris fainted. Literally… He fell backwards into the chair and the nurse rushed to his aid. Another nurse came in while another went to go get him juice. The anesthesiologist tried again. This time he said it worked. I trusted him. And in twenty agonizing minutes, I finally felt sweet relief. And I confessed my undying love for that epidural man.
The nurses exclaimed of her size. And I just thought… "you guys are crazy". I snuggled my girl close to my heart as the cord we shared pumped. And then it stopped and Chris took the scissors.