To make a long story short, we went to the hospital at 6:30am, May 14. I was sent home two more times after the initial visit, because I was not "progressing." So I walked, and walked, and walked, and the pain was unbearable!! I had back labor that I would never wish on my worst enemy!

Finally, at 6:00pm, I was admitted to the hospital. I was admistered pitocin with the hopes of speeding things up (Ha!). I was forced to wear an oxygen mask for the fear that the baby was not getting enough, too. I kept taking the mask off to talk, and also because it was bothering me!! Then the nurses hooked up one of those nose tubes to give me oxygen . . . I didn't like that either. My poor friend, Tricia, and my husband received alot of hand squeezing and fingernail-digging, mostly exaggerated, with each contraction, because I wanted to share the pain! At 7:00am, May 15, the doctor was going to break my water in order to help with things, but then he realized that the baby was too high up. The risk for a prolapsed chord was too high. Ten minutes after he left, my water broke on its' own. In order to get me to relax and try to sleep, I was offered an epidural. By that point, I didn't care what they did! The first epidural wore off after only two hours, so another one was given with no effect whatsoever. My blood pressure went sky-high. The baby started to go into distress, so they rushed me to the operating room for a c-section. There, they gave me a spinal tap, which actually worked. I was barely awake for the delivery, especially after 44 1/2 hours of labor and 2 hours of sleep!