tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post149157792107586359..comments2024-02-01T02:51:43.854-08:00Comments on Sometimes it's hard: You know what? I loved my epiduralstory girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16876607625116932174noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-67727976083031904262012-02-04T05:11:39.527-08:002012-02-04T05:11:39.527-08:00I just wrote a whole thing for my blog at psycholo...I just wrote a whole thing for my blog at psychology today about how I already feel guilty because I will have a hospital birth, not a home birth--my mom gave birth to me at home. I'm not even pregnant yet, as far as I know, and I already feel guilt about *that*. <br /><br />And then, there's this: after I thought "oh, that's disappointing" my next thought was "That means I can have an epidural if I want one!" Frankly, that sounded pretty damn exciting. <br /><br />I read this great thing on Babble where a maternity ward nurse gave advice to pregnant ladies, and this stuck in my head: "Eyes on the prize, ladies. Your birth plan is just a plan. The prize is the baby. Get that baby out however you have to."<br /><br />Babble thing: http://www.babble.com/pregnancy/giving-birth/labor-and-delivery-tips/<br />My thing for psych. today: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/do-not-faint<br />Trigger warning: the picture of my mom with me the day she gave birth to me at home might make you want to punch her for having such an easy time. My aunt wanted to punch her when, about ten months later, my cousin was born and it was *not* as easy as my mom made it look. I want to punch her every time she tells me that getting pregnant, being pregnant and giving birth will be totally 100% awesome.Anne-Marie @ Do Not Fainthttp://www.donotfaint.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-11528396684370079862012-02-01T19:52:44.591-08:002012-02-01T19:52:44.591-08:00Someone once said there's no prize if you give...Someone once said there's no prize if you give birth naturally or not. <br /><br />I was like you--I was a 7 before they realized how far along I was (went from a 1 to a 7 in 1.5 hours). And that epidural? Was freaking fantastic. I couldn't even breathe between contractions. It was ugly and awful and I needed relief. Said the girl who's had 4 kidney stones.Rach (DonutsMama)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14029074046922966097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-6032460494235328752012-01-31T11:16:54.112-08:002012-01-31T11:16:54.112-08:00I had the epidural.
I'll admit it.
I don't...I had the epidural.<br />I'll admit it.<br />I don't have big balls.<br />And God made drugs for a reason.Kimberlyhttp://makemommygosomethingsomething.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-10350062557852953702012-01-31T05:43:50.641-08:002012-01-31T05:43:50.641-08:00I too had an epidural and I'm glad I did. My ...I too had an epidural and I'm glad I did. My sister tried to make me feel bad about it. She had completely natural births for both her kids. That worked for her, notme. I think I could have done it without an epidural but I'm glad I had it, even when my blood pressure dropped and they doctor's and nurses started freaking out a bit!Am I Really Grown Up?https://www.blogger.com/profile/11288851390585443555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-10977369214255758992012-01-30T09:30:49.822-08:002012-01-30T09:30:49.822-08:00Wow. Comments from Phones need a grammar disclaime...Wow. Comments from Phones need a grammar disclaimer. Forgive me.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09150871370384389496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-52150954635330266392012-01-30T09:29:30.553-08:002012-01-30T09:29:30.553-08:00No regrets, missy. I did all of my labor in triage...No regrets, missy. I did all of my labor in triage (oops? We're out of rooms, hang out here until somebody else pops one out and then we'll get you in a room-nope, never happened) and I pushed for an hour and a half in the OR in between scheduled C-Sections. I arrived at 4cm and I thought I'd wait it out because it didn't hurt that badly, but then they dragged in a bag of pitocin and I said not without my epidural, thanks! In my retrospect, there is NO WAY I could have kept a good attitude about my situation without that thing. Sometimes I also think that I could do the next one drug free, but I'm not making that call until I get a room (or not).Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09150871370384389496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-77215736487797659132012-01-30T08:05:23.689-08:002012-01-30T08:05:23.689-08:00Holy hell girl, don't you dare beat yourself u...Holy hell girl, don't you dare beat yourself up about it. I went into the whole thing telling myself there was no way I was going to be any sort of a martyr . . . if I needed the drugs by all means give me the drugs.<br /><br />Well, Little Miss had an entirely different idea and came so quickly that I had her at home . . . needless to say there were no drugs. It hurt. It hurt like hell. Would I have taken the drugs if I was at the hospital . . I don't know but I have admit that having that option might have been nice.<br /><br />I have to be honest with you, about halfway through pushing out my little man . . . who was stuck by the way and I thought was never EVER coming out, I totally regretted by whole "I did it at home once without the drugs I can do it again" bravado because I really didn't know if I could do it again and I really didn't have much of a choice.<br /><br />That is really what it is all about . . . choice! Doing what is right for the poor woman squeezing that life-sized watermelon out of her vagina.<br />JennFox in the Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12163309708157436213noreply@blogger.com