It is 3 in the morning and I am awake. It started with a pee break, then the cat trying to lick my armpit (our cat is damn odd), and now I am hungry and eating cereal. Lucky Charms taste great at 3am!
With only three weeks until my due date I am starting to think about the labour and delivery part. Blah. My last experience was horrible. Here is a quick summary of that:
Sunday 0300: water breaks at hotel. Husband is a 6 hour drive away at a wedding. I head to hospital.
Sunday 0800: husband arrives at hospital exhausted. I am bored because nothing has happened yet!
Sunday 2300'ish: I get induced. Being induced sucks.
Monday 0700: Inducing drugs were exponentially increased all morning and I make it to a whopping 3cm. It is hell. Doula that is hired to help me have a natural labour quietly whispers to me "sweetie, I think you should get the epidural".
Monday 0900: I face my horrible fear of a needle in my spine and get the drugs.
Monday 0930: I love drugs.
Monday 1600: For the love of God I am finally at 10cm. I get to push!
Monday 1643: I have a boy!
Monday 1645: I hemorrhage. Lots of people in scrubs come in to help. Uterus won't contract, I am filling up with blog clots. Doctor has to manually clean out the blog clots (at this point I am thanking the drugs gods that I do not have to feel this). Uterus is massaged from the outside by one doctor (it left wicked bruises) and inside by another doctor. Stitches are done for some internal and external tearing. I get lots of drugs to stop the bleeding..... sometime in here I pretty much pass out.
Monday 1830: I wake up! I have a baby boy! ummmm why have my drugs wore off? I don't want to feel this!
Tuesday 1100: Hospital is so full and husband is a nurse so we get punted back to our hotel.
For the gong show my labour was, I felt pretty good by the time we were back at the hotel. The parting advice from my labour doctor was the next time I walk into the hospital ready to pop out a kid I am to say, "hi, my name is Kara, I am a bleeder, give me an epidural", which I will have no problems saying this time around!! I do not want to feel the work they could possibly have to do to me again after the kid comes out. I am just praying that I don't have to be induced this time around.
The armpit licking evil cat is sitting here all cute and purring. I think she is trying to convince me to go back to bed. I have a massive to do list to finish before I head to Whitehorse on Friday so I guess I had better listen.