The dawn of a new day
5:30am: Rachel again suggests she break my water. My contractions slowed a bit while in the tub. (I liked that!) I’m still only 6cm. I resist her breaking my water at this point because I’m worried that I’ll miss the window of opportunity for the epidural. Rachel says that she will order the epidural, but only after expressing concern that Jacob’s presence has stressed me out. I saw him on the way back from the tub, but Mom quickly recognized that this was to be his last visit to the delivery room and whisked him away to rest in the waiting room. An IV is started to prepare for the epidural and a pump added to speed the process. I’m informed that the anesthesiologist has been called and will be here shortly.
6:15am: Still no epidural. I’ve now been told that the anesthesiologist isn’t even at the hospital yet and that another mom-to-be is first in line. Rachel suggests I try the medicine ball as a change of position. I climb from my bed, and then tried to balance on this silly contraption. I’d do this again, but I’m so worried that I’ll roll off. Rob holds my hand and we talk and even joke. He suggested that I become a surrogate mother as the whole labor thing isn’t so bad. I dissolved into half-laughter and half-tears just as Rachel walked in. She talked me through a couple of contractions.
7am: I think every hospital employee has been in to apologize, but there’s still no epidural. The medicine ball isn’t working. But, wait! Here comes the epidural. Somehow I made it back into the bed as another contraction tore me in half. Why did I want the baby early? Two more weeks sounds good right now. Another check reveals that I’m now over 7cm. They can give the epidural, but it won’t have time to work before it’s time to push. Do I want it if I won’t get the desired relief? It will expose the baby to drugs. I guess not. Rachel assures me that she would stay with us until the baby is born now, Rob will be there and the nurse. They assured me they would “get me through this.” Yeah sure! They’ll all pull through just fine. All I can see is the look of despair and sympathy on Rob’s face. I pass on the drugs and allow Rachel to break my water.