Steve was the first child I gave birth to and so I really didn’t know what to expect. Of course, everyone gives you advice and tells you all the things that happened to them while they were pregnant. Somehow or another though, they must not have had the same experiences I did because no one ever mentioned the things that happened to me.
The night before Steve was born I woke up in the middle of the night thinking that my water had broken. I wasn’t having any pain so I decided to take a shower before I woke Bobby up. Well, he must have been sleeping on pins and needles because the minute I stepped into the shower he came into the bathroom wanting to know what was going on. As soon as I got dressed we headed to the hospital.
They checked me in, did a little test and then told me that my water had not broken. Then they proceeded to tell me that my beautiful little baby had kicked my bladder and had caused me to go to the bathroom. (Not a great feeling when they tell you that you just made a trip to the hospital for wetting the bed!). I was scheduled to be induced the next day anyway so rather than send me home and make me come back the next day, our doctor decided to go ahead and induce my labor while I was there.
I had planned on having an epidural so that I could be awake for the birth but not in any pain. After they gave me the medicine to start labor but before the pain got too bad, they gave me the epidural. Well, it was great and blocked the pain really well….. on one side of my body that is. It turned out that I had what they called a “window” and that the epidural had gone to one side. They gave me a booster shot thinking that it would numb the other side. It did, but in the process it numbed me so much that I could not feel a thing from my waist down.
When they came in to take me to the delivery room one of the nurses asked me to just pick up my bottom and help them get me onto the gurney. I laughed at her and then said “Pick it up??? I don’t even know where it is!” After a few minutes of pushing, pulling and yanking, they finally got me onto the gurney (think about those people who try to get a beached whale back into the water – it was a little like that!).
We finally made it into the delivery room and right before Steve was born, they went through a shift change. Talk about loosing your dignity. There’s nothing like laying on the delivery table exposed to God and everybody and then they all leave and a whole new shift comes in…. if it hadn’t been so funny, I probably would have cried. We did have 2 of the nurses that stayed with us through the whole delivery. All in all it was a great experience, we laughed and told jokes and then laughed a little more.
My dad had been wanting a little girl since I had told him I was pregnant and had even brought a little pink sleeper to the hospital for his baby “granddaughter”. After Steve was born, Bobby went to the waiting room to tell everybody that we had a boy and he said that Daddy’s chin dropped for just a moment and then he jumped up and celebrated with everyone else. No man loved his grandson more than my Daddy loved Steve. Up to the day he died, Steve was his buddy and the joy of his life.
Steve is all grown up and married now and has turned out to be a fine young man. He makes us very proud. This story will probably embarrass him to death but it’s still funny no matter how you look at it.
The night before Steve was born I woke up in the middle of the night thinking that my water had broken. I wasn’t having any pain so I decided to take a shower before I woke Bobby up. Well, he must have been sleeping on pins and needles because the minute I stepped into the shower he came into the bathroom wanting to know what was going on. As soon as I got dressed we headed to the hospital.
They checked me in, did a little test and then told me that my water had not broken. Then they proceeded to tell me that my beautiful little baby had kicked my bladder and had caused me to go to the bathroom. (Not a great feeling when they tell you that you just made a trip to the hospital for wetting the bed!). I was scheduled to be induced the next day anyway so rather than send me home and make me come back the next day, our doctor decided to go ahead and induce my labor while I was there.
I had planned on having an epidural so that I could be awake for the birth but not in any pain. After they gave me the medicine to start labor but before the pain got too bad, they gave me the epidural. Well, it was great and blocked the pain really well….. on one side of my body that is. It turned out that I had what they called a “window” and that the epidural had gone to one side. They gave me a booster shot thinking that it would numb the other side. It did, but in the process it numbed me so much that I could not feel a thing from my waist down.
When they came in to take me to the delivery room one of the nurses asked me to just pick up my bottom and help them get me onto the gurney. I laughed at her and then said “Pick it up??? I don’t even know where it is!” After a few minutes of pushing, pulling and yanking, they finally got me onto the gurney (think about those people who try to get a beached whale back into the water – it was a little like that!).
We finally made it into the delivery room and right before Steve was born, they went through a shift change. Talk about loosing your dignity. There’s nothing like laying on the delivery table exposed to God and everybody and then they all leave and a whole new shift comes in…. if it hadn’t been so funny, I probably would have cried. We did have 2 of the nurses that stayed with us through the whole delivery. All in all it was a great experience, we laughed and told jokes and then laughed a little more.
My dad had been wanting a little girl since I had told him I was pregnant and had even brought a little pink sleeper to the hospital for his baby “granddaughter”. After Steve was born, Bobby went to the waiting room to tell everybody that we had a boy and he said that Daddy’s chin dropped for just a moment and then he jumped up and celebrated with everyone else. No man loved his grandson more than my Daddy loved Steve. Up to the day he died, Steve was his buddy and the joy of his life.Steve is all grown up and married now and has turned out to be a fine young man. He makes us very proud. This story will probably embarrass him to death but it’s still funny no matter how you look at it.
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