Stephville: As the DDay drew closer and closer, I started to become a lot less anxious, and more ready to have our baby. Yes, to feel better and meet our son, but more so (probably) to just ‘get it over with’, because my anxiety about labor and delivery lasted my entire pregnancy. And, at some point, you become so irritated for thinking, and over thinking something you cannot control, that you wish it for it to get there, and be done with it all.
Unfortunately, my anxiety (which was centered around the pain) led me to diminish how labor and delivery actually were (because I had talked myself out of a full blown panic attack because I knew I was getting an epidural, and would be finnnneeeeeeeeeeeeee!). That shit hurt. Period. Like, vomited hurt (sorry). However, much like every l&d story you read, everyone’s is very different. My doctor did not want to order an epidural until I hit 3cm, which with pitocin (blah), and hours of laboring au natural, did not happen for a very very long time. I stalled BIG time. Finally, after 24 hours of labor total, I was allowed to get the epidural – the greatest drug ever, right?! Well, it did not work, at all. Nor did the second one they administered. The third one, after calling in the head of the department finally gave me relief (and by relief, I mean, the pain went from a 10 to a 0). It was then I was informed I have a very deep back, and without this trial and error, they would have never known, etc.
I was pain-free for 1.5 hours, before I hit 10 cm, and then had to push (for 2.5 hours), which led to a whole different kind of pain (not nearly as bad as the contractions though!!).
10 weeks PP, and I still cannot forget the pain, however; someone one was looking out for me becuase I had NO tearing, and my recovery was absolutely amazing. The next day I felt like a million bucks, seriously.
Just remember, it will hurt. The drugs ARE awesome, if/when they get it to you. The outcome is seriously worth it, because I love our little man so freaking much, and you probably will not be the worst patient they see or have (I was throwing out a lot of expletives, and was something out of the exorcist), BUT the staff that got me thru it, also came to see me after and said I was seriously fine. They are used to it 🙂