My mother said she was zonked out with drugs with all 3 of us boys, but, I think she had an epidural when she had my 12-year-younger sis.
Our oldests birth was induced, because she was already a week late.
DWifey and I took a Lamaze class in the run-up to her birth, but, after about the 6th hour of hard labor, she wanted the pain meds. I can attest she REALLY wanted the meds, as with every contraction (so handily tracked on the fetal monitor) she was getting closer and closer to crushing all the bones in my left hand (fortunately, I'm right-handed
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Plus, it was a while before the Doc got there to approve the epidural, 'cause he was supposedly doing an emergency bladder surgery.
About an hour later, Doc finally got there and they sent me packin' while the anesthesiologist did his thing. When they let me back in the room she was sitting up comfortably eating some ice chips.
At one point, they were talking about sending us home because she wasn't dilated enough...!
DWifey and I talked, we decided to hold off a little longer. Sure enough about a half hour later the dilation progressed more quickly. Although we had planned to do the whole experience in the LDR, eventually the Doc realized both mom and baby were gettin' tired, and decided to head to an OR and use the "Salad Spoons", as he said.
Fortunately, she was out in seconds, and a perfectly healthy 8lb. 8oz. Little girl...!!!
The forceps only left a small bruise on her right cheek.
Most of y'all know DS had to be taken at 1lb. 4oz. to have any chance of survival, so that was an automatic cesarean birth.
We had planned VBAC for youngest DDs birth, but, Doc vetoed. After a bleeding scare early in the pregnancy, and the potential that she might be miscarried, all settled down for the rest of the pregnancy and youngest DD was born completely healthy at 7lb. 13oz.
Yep, life's a hoot-and-a-half...!!!!!