Okay, so I left off at 5 1/2 cm. dilated, and ready for my epidural. I told bitchy nurse that I wanted it asap, and she replied, "But I'd rather see you go natural." Uhhh, yeah, about that...NO! I explained to her, b/t contractions, that I am a major pusher of epidurals, and tell everyone they should get one. I have no interest in being a hero and sucking it up...I love drugs!!! I also told her I wanted Nubain, which is good to make your head fuzzy till the epidural kicks in. She told me she didn't think I could get it b/c I was moving too fast (???).

So she goes out into the hall, w/Trey following, and calls my dr. Trey overheard her double checking w/the dr. that it was okay to go ahead and give me the epidural, and her saying that she'd do it right away. She came back into the room and told me she was going to call the anesthesiologist right after she asked me some questions that hadn't been finished earlier. At this point, the contractions were right on top of each other, and pretty damn painful, and talking wasn't my forte. She took forever w/the questions, and they were stupid, like, "Do you have anyone w/high blood pressure in your family?" Uhhh, couldn't we do this after the epidural kicks in? Anyway, I made it through, and she headed out, saying she was going to call the anes. right away.

Some matter of minutes later (kinda hard to keep up by then), she came back and told me I had to sign the consent form before she could call him! I signed, in very bad handwriting. She said she was on her way to call him then.

Some time later, a while, she came back again, pushing the epidural cart. I can't deny I got a little excited at this point. I was more than ready! After getting it where it needed to be, she said, once again, that she was on her way to call him right then. Uhhhh, WHAT!? This had now been over an hour, and she had yet to call the anes. Can you say more than pissed!

So, somewhere in there the anes. finally came. He then proceeded to poke and prod at my back, shoving tubes all over the place then pulling them out, for about half an hour or so (or so it felt, it could have been longer). At one point, as he put the tube in my back, I felt a sharp pain shoot down my left leg from the knee down, and then my leg went numb. I screamed and told him what had happened, and he said it was fine. Then he proceeded to leave that tube in and finish the process! At this point, I was at 9 1/2 cm., and everyone was coming in and getting ready for me to start pushing! Yeah, that's right. I asked for the epidural at 5, well, even before that, and didn't get it till 9 1/2!

So, I got the luxury of an epidural that really wasn't doing its job for about fifteen minutes. I suddenly decided that I REALLY had to go to the bathroom, and was told no. Why, you ask? Well, undoubtedly, I didn't really have to go to the bathroom...I had a baby to push out! So, with one BIG push, that I begged them to let me stop, out popped little Cole. He was the first baby I ever had that actually cried when he came out. Everyone was afraid to cut the cord (didn't want to get messy), so the dr. did it. I soon found out I'd had another red-headed baby (God save me!), and that he was a pudgy little one!

I can't be happier! He's so perfect, as all of my babies are! He seems to find it funny to stay up all night and sleep all day, but we're working on that. He also sounds like a cat in a fight when he cries, and a monkey when he makes any other noises. Too cute (and irritating at times!)!

So, that's my story. I think I am going to write a letter to the hospital about my service by the bitchy nurse. I'm sure it won't get me anywhere, but at least I'll have it off my chest. It really does make me mad about the whole situation.

Talk to you later, and have a great day!