I was 19 and had no idea what I was doing!! I did not take birthing classes.
My husband and I decided to find out what the baby was through the ultrasound. The doctor placed the monitor over my stomach. The doctor and my husband said "it's a boy" and I said at the same time "it's a weenie" I was really happy because I had wanted a boy.
The pregnancy went through pretty uneventful. I had leg cramps, but that's because I had a job where I stood up all day long, and I had a lot of heartburn at night. In fact, I had a big bottle of Tums laying right next to my bed and I took at least two each night for the last half of my pregnancy.
My due date was November 1, 1994. I quit working in mid-October to give myself a couple of weeks off just in case I went into labor early. November 1st came and went with nothing. By this time I was in the doctor's office every three days being checked. No progress whatsoever. Finally by November 15th my doctor said, "maybe we should induce". I refused to be induced with Pitocin because my sister was induced with Pitocin and was in labor for 24 hours. No thanks!!. The doctor said there was a cervix softener that they could put on my cervix which should start the process, but it was not a sure fire thing, so don't expect anything. The doctor said it might take a few times. So they put the cervix softener on me; I went home all excited that I was finally going to have this baby. Well, that night nothing happened. I had an appointment to go back the next morning at about 7:00 a.m. to have another cervix softener applied. They kept me there until about 9:00 a.m. when they realized that nothing was happening yet.
I got home about 10:00 a.m. and had some Burger King for pre-lunch. I sat down on the couch and began talking to my sister on the phone when I began having contractions. I did not know of course that this meant I was going into labor so I kept talking to my sister and I would tell her I was having contractions, after contractions. Finally she told me I should start timing them, so I did. By the time I started timing them they were already 5 minutes apart. I talked for about another hour and a half until they were about 3 minutes apart. It was about 1:00 p.m. and my sister said "hang up the phone and go to the hospital."
I got to the hospital at 1:30 p.m. and was about 3 centimeters. My parents and husband met me there. When I arrived at the hospital, it was full and they had no labor and delivery rooms available. So they put me in an emergency room with a bunch of equipment and wires. The first nurse asked me if I had taken breathing classes. I told her I had not. She told me to have my husband on one side and my dad on the other side of me and with every contraction tell them to push the soft part of my hand between my thumb and index finger (hard). She showed me and I said, but that hurts, she said exactly. If you hurt there, you won't feel your contractions. Needless to say by the time I delivered I had purple hands from all of the squeezing.
Labor was pretty fun; I did not progress rapidly. I did not have much pain at all. At about 11:00 p.m. the doctor came in and told me I needed to get some sleep so they offered the epidural. I accepted and fell a sleep shortly thereafter.
I woke up at about 2:00 a.m. Both my husband and my dad had fallen a sleep on either sides of me. The nurse came in and checked me; she said it should not be long.
At about 4:30 a.m. they brought the lights in and told me it was time. My husband woke up to this blinding light being flashed in his face. "is it time!!"
Finally, after being in labor since 1:00 p.m. I was ready to push. I pushed so hard my husband said my veins in my neck were protruding. My face turned purple as I pushed so hard.
I felt the pressure because by this time the epidural had worn off, but the needle was still in my back which was pinching off a nerve so my left leg was still numb, but only my left leg.
After 15 minutes of pushing a total of 3 pushes, out gushed my new baby boy! He had a cone head but that went away soon. An 8 lb, 6 oz and 22 inches long healthy baby. Michael Anthony was born at 4:43 a.m. on November 17, 1994.
I am pregnant now, and Michael is 5 1/2 years old and in Kindergarten. He can't wait to find out if he is having a brother or a sister. I know one thing though. I will definitely share the experience with you. I am due December 15, 2000 (if it's anything like last time, I will have the baby on the 30th!!!)