Our little bundle of joy, Ethan Joshua is here! He was born August 3rd 2001 at 12:10 am. AGPARs was 8 and 9
I don't even know where to start with the labor.
After I stopped typing on that pos,t I crashed into my bed, but I couldn't sleep! My mind wasn't working and my body was numb from the Morphine, I could still feel intense contractions but the edge was off of them (thankfully), but I could not sleep! I laid there till about 4ish (on Aug 2nd) then forced myself to sit up in bed. I watched TV for awhile, I was in so much pain, but my contrx were still 10 min apart. I couldn't take it anymore! I called the doc (now Dr. Stull was covering for my doctor), and waited for her to return the call. 30 min later I called the answering service for her again. She called me back around 5pm ish. I told her I was still at 10 apart, but they were soooo strong. She said that Labor and Delivery is full (that's why they sent me home!), people were delivering on the 8th floor recov unit and the evaluation rooms they were so full. She said they would start Pitocin on me when they had beds open up, or to come in if my contrx speed up.
I was soooooo not happy. Now I was in total pain, I still had little control over my body, I was exhausted and couldn't sleep, and the contrx were getting harder!
Ashley was outside playing, and Kurt was working on things downstairs and went to the hardware store at one point, but only for a few minutes. I just laid there and ached, called my mom and a few other family members and friends I could moan and groan to. I just wanted all this to be over with.
Kurt went to get food, since we thought this was going to last forever. He got home, I ate half my sandwich, dropped the rest, and ran to use the bathroom. The contractions hurt so bad I couldn�t take it anymore, I remember feeling frozen with every one of them. I told him "LET'S GO NOW". I think he realized how serious I was because he dropped everything, grabbed our pillows to take (for the second time), called my sister to tell her were dropping Ashley off ASAP, and we were out the door in no time.
My contractions all of a sudden shot to 6 min apart, then 4 min, then 2 minutes apart... and lasting about 1 1/2 min each. I don�t remember the drive at all, all I remember is clinging to the handles in the truck and tensing up every muscle in my body. I was so mad at the doctor for sending me home. It took about 15 minutes (record time)or so to get to my sis's home, we called from around the corner so she was outside waiting (this was about 9:30pm ish), kissed my daughter goodbye. My poor hubby was being threatened by me every time I saw a speed bump coming in Tiffany�s complex, that he'd "better not go over that thing!" while I was contracting. He would just creep up to it, and wait it out.
This was NOT like my labor with Ashley.
We got to the hosp, he let me out front, I told him I would wait for him because there was no way I could walk from the parking garage. I got out and BOOM cntrx, I got scared, and hated people staring at me at the entrance, so I started walking in after all, I got in the door and BOOM another one, walking down the hall, 2 more contractions hit me HARD!I kept walking toward the elevators and looking back for Kurt. Kurt caught up to me and I contracted about every 10 feet it seemed, in the elevator twice, just outside the elevator, at the reception desk, etc! The L & D Nurses asked if I needed a wheelchair, and I said "I just need a room!" They took me to the damn Labor Evaluation Room again! We were told a nurse will be in to evaluate my labor ASAP. I laid there on their bed for about 30 minutes with my Kurt. I was getting sooooo mad. I knew I had to be in Transition. I told Kurt to press the button to call the nurse and I told them "someone needs to get in here to check me!" 2 minutes later a nurse walked in during double contractions, he waited them out then checked, I told him I want an epidural now!......
He stepped back and said how does 9+ cm sound and ran off, only to come back 30 seconds later (long enough for Kurt to call my mom on the bedside phone, say "She's 9 cm! I gotta go!") With a more nurses.
They grabbed my bed and literally started running (Kurt had to unplug the bed, they were gonna pull it out of the wall), I looked around me only to see the male nurse that checked me in front of me and my bed, 2 nurses  in the back, and more running around it. They were yelling to other nurses "She's 9+ cm, +3 station, water bag is intact... when this bag goes, this baby WILL be here!" I was so scared with all of the shouting, I started crying so hard, I think I forgot about the contrx while we were running through the halls until we got to the room. I was totally freaking out, saying "Why did you send me home!!!!" and "I want an epidural!" (I wasn't planning on using any drugs, but I was in no condition to deal with this anymore). It was to late for any drugs they told me (which I knew). I couldn't do it, why did they send me home, because they were low on bed space? I was just livid.