Once we arrived at the hospital I was ready for my epidural and hoped that they would meet me in the parking lot and get things going. Wishful thinking! They did the routine check in, which seemed to take FOREVER but hubby told me later that they were very quick. I was then wheeled into the birth center by a very kind and compassionate lady that worked at the the front desk. She pushed easily over the bumps along the way and I was very grateful. It's amazing how sensitive you get when you are in the thresholds of pain. I was growing nervous that I was going to be having my baby soon and once we finally reach the laboring room I was ready to get hooked up. Drugs? Yes please! The nurses checked me and I was already 5 centimeters dilated. Wow. No wonder I was in pain. They called my new best friend, the anesthesiologist, to get my epi started. She started to explain how she was going to administer the procedure as I was breathing through my very painful contractions. I didn't hear anything she was saying and I didn't care. I was thinking... I don't care, hurry the hell up! It didn't take long for the procedure and within five mintues I was starting to feel like myself. I no longer wanted to rip out my honey's eyes and scream at my doctor for not being at the hospital.
Well, Hell! Kennedy is ready to eat again. My new life revolves around her feeding schedule. :-)
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