He was shocked I was still walking around instead of delivering a baby. I didn't feel any contractions or labor or anything - just a regular doctor's appt. 2 weeks before my due date. The doctor informed me that I was dialated to a 6 and fully effaced. Said he'd meet me at the hospital in a few minutes.
Whatever...So I went back home to do the dishes and get a babysitter for Rossi (Ann-Marie came over) - clearly his powerful suggestions that I was in labor got to me, and I went back to the hospital.
The nurse there checked me and said "I need a room, STAT" we reminisced for a few more minutes, when she stuck her head out the curtain again - and yelled "WHY don't I have a room for her yet?" They brought me to my room.
I asked my nurse to order the epidural...and started to play gin rummy with Ross. A few minutes later, I asked where the epi was...(very calmly) the nurse said she didn't think I needed one because I was so calm, so she didn't order one. I told her, in my calmest voice "The reason I'm calm is because I've ordered an epidural, you don't want to disappoint me, I can turn vicious on a dime."
The epidural came, but it was pointless. The doctor walked in to say hello and "see, told ya you'd be back" He gave me a catheter - wrote his name with my pee (man thing, I'm sure) - I was a 7 - I had only been at the hospital 37 minutes, I told him I felt like I was ready to push...he said, "If that's what you wanna do, go for it" (I go from 7-10 in .2 seconds) at 4:35p.m., out came my 125 pound 11 year old daughter....WTH? That's what happens when you blink, I guess?
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