I found myself pregnant, dressed in a hospital gown, robe and slippers and locked outside the hospital. My husband and I unsuccessfully tried to get back in through the door that we came out. We have no choice but to leave the parking garage by walking down the stairs and walk around the outside of the hospital.
It was late January in Arizona so luckily, it wasn’t unbearably cold but it was lightly raining. My husband held my hand as we walked in the dark around the hospital to find a door to get back in. My slippers become soaked with water as I walk through the puddles in our path. It was probably a very strange sight to the people driving past us. Finally, there is a door.
As we get closer, it appears to be an employee entrance and we, of course, do not have an access card to get in. As we start to walk away, suddenly, we hear the door open. We spin around to see MY NURSE, leaving for the night. As we turn, she sees us. “What are you DOING out here?” We explain about wanting the fresh air and accidentally walking out the parking entrance. She uses her card to let us back in and we are back to focusing on my labor.
It was almost midnight. Still nothing. The gel didn’t work and they were giving me pictocin. My husband slept on the recliner as I watched the same TNT movie that had been on all day and called my Mom. I was ready and I was bored. Shortly after midnight, my new nurse told me that the doctor decided that she would break my water. Having my water broke did not hurt at all but soon after, the contractions became intense.
Since I had an epidural with my first pregnancy, I was certain that I wanted one with my second. Luckily, I asked the nurse for it just after they broke my water. Once the “order” is put for the epidural, it can take a while for the anesthesiologist to get to your room. I started to dilate so quickly once my water broke that with each contraction, all I could do was squeeze the bed rail and cry. During one painful contraction, I heard my husband call the nurse, “Is the anesthesiologist on his way? I don’t think she can take much more of this?” My wonderful, wonderful husband.