I left off where my midwife was telling me that an epidural would help lower my blood pressure. At this point, the contractions were painful, but not unbearable. I was at about 6 cm, so I said to go ahead and order it. I've heard stories of women saying that the pain had just completely taken over and they felt out of control of their own bodies. I was not miserable at this point, but I hadn't really hit "transition" yet.
From the time that the epidural was ordered to when the nurse anesthetist got there, the pain started to intensify. I was really glad that she arrived when she did. It went from the "super bad crampy" feeling to the "knife dragging down your abdomen" feeling. Still though, I wasn't at the point where I thought, "I can't do this."
|Worlds most unflattering pre-epidural picture. I wanted one last picture of me being pregnant with her.|
She let me "labor down" a bit before I was finally complete and it was time to push. My parents arrived just in time to say a quick "Hi," then it was time to kick them out and get the show on the road.
I pushed with my midwife and nurse for a few minutes, then they called in what seemed like 20 people. Ellie had some meconium stained fluid, so there had to be a few extra guests to make sure she was ok after she was born. I pushed for maybe 20 minutes?
Now, about the pain...this is what has everyone all freaked out. Yes, I did have an epidural, but its efficacy was debatable. It is the worst pain you will ever feel in your life, but it's quick. That ring of fire that they tell you about is pretty accurate, but you have to push through it. Once you feel that, the only way to make it go away is to keep pushing. (That's what my nurse told me, and she's right.) Besides that, it really wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting.
Ellie was born at 2:35 pm weighing 6 lbs 0.5 oz and was 19 inches long.
We were lucky enough that I only had to stay for 24 hours, so we got to go home around 3:30 the next day. It was great!
We were all pretty tired!