I wish I could say I was one of those women who endured 30 hours of intense labor without the assistance of an epidural or drugs of any kind, but I’m not. The day my daughter was born was like a whirlwind to me. Starting off with a scheduled doctor’s appointment at 9:30 a.m. and finishing with the birth of my daughter at 9:14 p.m. It was a busy day.
I wonder if doctors get a little carried away sometimes. My doctor freaked at my elevated blood pressure at my 39 week appointment and sent me over to the maternity section of the hospital to be monitored. My doctor also said, as I was leaving, that she would induce me on Friday for sure if I hadn’t already had my baby. This was Wednesday. To make a long story short, I was monitored and told that my blood pressure was at 155/115 and that I would have to stay in the hospital until it came down or they could induce labor. Well what to do. I was going to be induced on Friday anyways and they wouldn’t let me leave so I might as well be induced. “Induce me”, I said.
I knew I should have taken my overnight bag and diaper bag, but my husband had said no, nothing was going to happen. Ha! So he had to drive 35 miles back home to get my stuff and the baby’s and the 35 miles back to the hospital.
When he got back to the hospital, my water had been broken and I was feeling the pain. The nurse offered me Demerol for the pain. In the midst of a contraction I said yes. This was a huge mistake. One I have learned from now looking back. I don’t know how much she gave me, but a few minutes later I was slurring my speech and then I was out for three hours. I slept through three hours of my labor! My plan was not to sleep through labor! I thought the Demerol would ease the contractions just a bit. I was supposed to be sweating and gripping my husband’s hand, not blissfully sleeping, unaware while the machine kept track of my contractions and my husband watched TV! When I finally woke from my slumber I could feel some pain and the nurse checked me and said I could have the epidural, which I knew I wanted. The epidural went fine, but I was still woozy from the Demerol. The labor continued until it finally came time to push. Once my daughter Kiley was born they handed her to me. I remember looking at her for a moment, the nickname “Sweet pea” came to mind and then they took her to be cleaned and weighed, etc.
Although awake, it wasn’t until about two hours later that my fog from the Demerol seemed to lift and I started to have feelings of emotion. I was very disappointed in the way my daughter’s birth turned out. I felt completely out-of-it when she was born. Like I missed out on some of the experience because of the Demerol. I had no idea it would wipe me out so much when I said yes to that nurse. If I had known that I would have refused the Demerol, but still taken the epidural. That was already part of the plan. I’m not a miracle woman! I wish I was, but sadly, I’m not. At least I learned a lesson for the second time around. Say no to Demerol!