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Heather and Gabriella
Epidural, Episiotomy, Vaginal Delivery

I had my first baby on December 6, 1999. It all started at about 3:30 am. I woke up in a little puddle. I don't know what else it could have been, but I didn't believe it was my water. Well, then came the little twinges. They were coming about every ten minutes. I was too excited to stay in bed any longer.

Cue Father of the Bride Two. What a wonderful movie. I think it will be my favorite movie from now on. It was five o'clock. My mother got out of bed to get ready for work. Her eyes doubled in size, when she saw me sitting on the couch (at five am), watching Father of the Bride Two, with a huge smile on my face and a watch in my lap. The day had finally arrived. Oh, by the way, Carlos, the father-to-be, was still in bed.

I decided it was time to wake him up. Not at all an easy task. In his mind, I should have been in pain and in a hurry. Since I was neither, he brushed it off as a joke and continued to snooze. Since I felt that we could stay in the home for quite a while longer, I let him sleep. Also, I still hadn't been able to reach the doctor. Sleep sound Daddy.

It was now nine o'clock. My parents, cousin, and sister had already canceled their plans for the day, and Carlos is still snoozing. My contractions were five minutes apart, but not at all painful, or unpleasant for that matter. STILL NO DOCTOR! We decided now was the time to 1) wake Carlos and 2) get ready to head to the hospital.

He was up, and I was packing. No, I hadn't packed my bag yet. Now, I was starting to get a little nervous. It was real. We were holding hands and shaking. We got into two cars. After all, there were six of us. Off we went. It was a twenty-minute drive, and a fifteen-minute parking fiasco. Was this really labor? I was expecting it to hurt, at least a little.

Ah, all settled in and hooked up. I had one problem, only two visitors allowed at a time. I was still in no pain. The fetal monitor was started. Ouch! My first IV was not very pleasant. It's about 11:00. We had begun playing yahtzee. I recommend, pack yahtzee, it really passes the time. So far, my only regret was not having eaten a huge dinner the night before. Ice chips just didn't cut it.

Uh Oh! It was about 1:00 and I was beginning to feel the pain. It wasn't unbearable, but not comfortable either. The nurse says 3 centimeters. The doctor arrived. He thought closer to four. Yes, we were almost half way there.

Yes. I did want the epidural. He didn't have to ask me twice. Although I wasn't in excruciating pain, I didn't want to miss my chance. I was shaking like a leaf while they administered the epidural. Surprisingly, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had been told. Now, rest? Not a chance!

It's 4:30. I was at 10! I couldn't believe it. The doctor was on his way. I was scared out of my mind. I just held Carlos' hand, and thought to myself, whether I should push the epidural button a couple times. I decided to discretely only push it once. The nurse, doctor, and Carlos were promising me that I would be fine. However, I was more frightened than I have ever been.

Well, all of that, and this is what happened (honest). I began to push at 4:42 p.m. My daughter, Gabriella Stephanie, was born at 4:49. I was in absolute awe. Did it really go by that fast? Was that what I was scared of? I was always told, upon saying I wanted four children, to wait until I had the first one. Well, now maybe I want five!

She came and went, just like that. Well, at least that was the policy at the hospital. My daughter was whisked away to have a bath, and to raise her temperature to 98 degrees. I was told that this process would take about four hours. FOUR HOURS?! I wasn't going to sit there for four hours without my little girl. About thirty minutes after giving birth, I walked to the nursery. There, I stayed by Gabriella's side for as long as I could.

Well, that was my day. I now have a beautiful two-month-old daughter. My episiotomy healed up wonderfully. If anyone is scared about childbirth, don't be.


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