(New Mexico, USA)
When my third baby was born I thought that I was a pro. I thought I knew what to expect and that it would be a piece of cake but, boy was I wrong.
It was January 1 of 2011 and I had just moved to a new town. I decided to go to Wal-Mart with my mom to do some groceries for the house when suddenly I started having sharp pain.
When we got home I told my husband what I was feeling and he wasn’t convinced since this was the fourth time. I was certain I was in labor. He asked me if I could wait awhile to see if it was a false alarm. I was forty-one weeks and ready to pop, but I took his advice and waited.
Two hours later the pain got worse and I told him if he made me wait anymore I will punch him in his big fat head(of course that was the labor pains talking,) and we made our journey to the hospital.
Once we got to the hospital the nurse gave me a gown and asked me to lie down on the bed to check how dilated I was. She put on her gloves and check to see how far along I was , she says that I am seven centimeters dilated and asked if I would like an epidural.
That sounded to me like if she were offering me a million dollars so I said yes.
The epidural specialist arrives after what felt like a thousand years of pain and asks my mother and my husband to leave. They ask me to sit up and relax as she goes ahead with the procedure. Everything went fine except my left leg was numb and the pain didn’t go away.
So there I am with one leg numb and the pain felt worse because I only felt it on my right side. My husband came in the room, followed by my mother and when I told them what had happened he starts to laugh.
I couldn’t believe it that I was going through this pain and he was laughing. So I ask him what the bleep he was laughing about and he says “You said that you were a pro by now that this would be easy and you are going through more trouble than when our other children were born.”
At the time that he said that I was so mad and in so much pain that I didn’t even think about it, but now looking back he was right not one birth is the same as another. So in a way it is kind of funny how what I thought was going to happen didn’t.
Well my son was born fine January 2 at 12:59 PM healthy eight pound baby boy but I had him with a numb leg.
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