I'll throw my birthing story out there...
Jon had come home on R&R and we were doing all the things that a soldier who's been gone 9 months and his wife do in a hotel room completely alone.
The night before I went in for an amnio to see if I could be induced the next day we did those things in the shower, I guess my water broke in there and neither of us realized. Four hours later we dragged our buts out of bed to go to the doctor and do the amnio.
Doc looked for half an hour, couldn't find a water pocket big enough to do it and said "Check the actual water level."
Five minutes later my nurse (Debbie) came back and told me "Better get comfortable... Doc says you're staying."
Doc comes in all kinds of upset and says "So, I can't stay and deliver, I'm just getting off 24 hour call and they won't let me. The way you're going though, I'm pretty sure you'll be ready to push about the time I get back in the morning." Introduced the supervising doctor who was really nice and really cool. I sent Jon back to get everything out of the hotel room while they broke my water (which... there was NOTHING there to break, just a little blood came out) and the nurse said "Yup, you broke it last night while ya'll were messing around," and laughed.
Started the pitocin drip, everything went well until about a half an hour before she was locked and loaded, no epidural none of that junk, I was doing my breathing and humming exercises and being snarky and yelling at Jon to get the EFFING ICE THE HELLO OUT OF MY GD FACE BEFORE I KILLED HIM.
Half an hour before she was L&L I started to have seizures with each contraction, my nurse and the attending physician said it was because of the pain from my L4 and L5 grinding together (they are crumbling from falling out of an LMTV while I was in the Army) and gave me two options - Try and epidural, or have a C section.
Frankly I was willing to do anything to avoid a C section so I went with the epidural, so we did it, the anesthesiologist was very careful with my back where its screwed and all went well there. The seizures stopped and half an hour later the nurse came in to check me, Winnie was locked and loaded so they got everything prepped and ready to go. I pushed for four minutes and Miss Thang came screeching into the world at 7:27 PM (I went into the hospital at 6:00 AM, they induced at noon, my OB was pretty bummed that he didn't get to call out "ITS A GIRL!" because we didn't find out what she was and he was really excited to find out... my ultrasound tech was the only one that knew because in Dr. C's words "I don't wanna know... I'll spill the beans!!!"). Meanwhile as they were setting up the stirrups and whatnot, Jon posted on Facebook something along the lines of "Time to push!!!" Which I nearly killed him for "GET THE EFF OF FACEBOOK WHAT THE EFF ARE YOU DOING????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????"
Winnie was 6 LBS 11 OZ 19 inches long and full of hair (which she seriously lost within a month of being born!!!
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I had a lot of problems breast feeding, I yelled at the lactation nurse because she was such a bitch - she told me I obviously "Didn't want to breast feed" and there was "Obviously something wrong with ME that I couldn't get it right." and that "The football hold was the ONLY way it was going to work." FYI my cousin came down (had her baby five months before) the day after I got out of the hospital and had Winnie BFing like a champ in the position
I was comfortable with.
Other than the lactation specialist and the seizures, I had a fabulous birthing experience and I would go back to that hospital with Dr. C if ever we did have another baby and he knows it.