When I was pregnant with J, I was scheduled to be induced on a Friday night. After having the "gel", then 24 hours on Pitocin and three attempts to break my water, we finally see some action! (My cervix was all, "Heck no, I won't go!")
Within an hour of breaking my water, I have dilated to 6cm and I am telling anyone who will listen that I need an epidural STAT. After epidural, I rest some, then around 4am Sunday, I have finally dilated to 10cm and I can start to push! (Hooray! Let's do this thing!) I am so ready to see my sweet baby's face!
After pushing for an hour, Dr. V (no joke) says he wants me to rest and turns off the epidural. He says he wants me to be able to feel it. (Huh? Say what?!) I am so delirious and exhausted at this point I don't realize what is going on. So I am like, "Fine. Whatever." So I rest for about 40 minutes, then I start to hurt. Like BIG TIME HURT. Like nothing I've ever felt before hurt. Dr. V and nurse decide now is the perfect time to try pushing again. So, I push and push and PUSH. Cheese and biscuits! It hurts so freaking much!
I stop for a rest. Dr. V says he is worried about J's heartbeat as it goes down each time I push and this can be a sign the cord is wrapped around his neck. I am really worried now. Dr. V also says I am exhausted so he thinks it best to do a c-section. I am so stinking tired now - beyond exhausted is putting it mildly. Get my sweet baby boy out and make sure he is alright!
Now, I am exhausted, worried, and scared. I am struggling to stay awake. There are a lot of things happening around me as they prep me for my surgery. But, I am alert enough to hear Dr. V say to the nurse, "She has really small hips anyway."
WHAT THE WHAT?! EXCUSE ME?! I have been your patient for close to 10 months and you are just NOW saying I have "small hips". News flash!! You have known this the WHOLE TIME! If I could feel my legs, I would axe kick you in the face!
So, to make a long story short, I had quite an epic adventure in the arrival of J, and he turned out to be a beautiful, healthy baby boy.
Though at the end of it all, if I could have, I would have axe kicked my doctor in the face.