After 41 weeks of body jail, I was pretty excited that my induction was scheduled and I was finally closer to meeting my daughter. My birth plan was pretty straightforward: check-in to the hospital at the scheduled induction time, get the epidural and repeat the near-perfect (quiet, serene, pain-free) delivery that I had with my first child.
Well, my tidy little plan did not go quite that way.
The “something’s not right here” feeling started when my nurse began describing her three unmedicated, natural births and her encouragement that I, and anyone really, could do this without the epidural. She described the feeling as “the ring of fire” and it sounded scary. Here’s a tip: If you’re trying to sell me on giving birth without drugs (no thanks, by the way), I suggest not telling me that the feeling of pushing out a baby’s head feels like someone set my nether regions on fire.
A couple of hours after the “ring of fire” conversation with my nurse, my contractions started to get painful. I was ready for my friend, the epidural, to join me so I put in my order. They started the IV fluids and I was well on my way to getting that sweet nectar that would make the pain go away. My nurse assured me that the anesthesiologist would be right behind her the next time she entered my room. Okay, good…just a little longer.
All of a sudden, my contractions started to get crazy strong, my water breaks and this baby made it very clear she was ready for a quick entrance. I start to panic. I notice one of the nurses nonchalantly push aside the chair and table (set up for the anesthesiologist!) and replace with a delivery table and slew of staff. I look around, positive that this was a mistake. My nurse pats my arm and says, “It’s still possible that you’ll be able to get the epidural, honey.”
Luckily for her, I didn’t have much time or ability to respond. I was having a baby. It was about this time when I thought to myself, “Guess I should have practiced some of that crazy breathing after all. Yikes.”
Five minutes later and after my unplanned natural birth, I was singing the Johnny Cash song “Ring of Fire” and welcoming my daughter into the world without my old pal, the epidural.
Thankfully, the delivery was short and little Quinn is healthy. My husband is very impressed with me (despite my embarrassing screams and yelling “why won’t anyone help me?”). Here’s the moral of my story, Smarties. If you don’t want to know what the “ring of fire” is then get that epidural as soon as someone offers it up.
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