... so yeah, I cried...
Every time (but the first time because I had no idea what was going to happen) the rupturing of the membranes caused me to rethink the whole idea of having a baby. No matter how much I had hoped it would happen or no matter how much I had begged the doctor to "induce me today, I've cleared my calendar... I promise... I'll make it quick"
I've cried and I've told everyone I changed my mind and I'm going home. Being pregnant isn't that bad... and this time was no exception.
By now things were quite intense and I was pretty sure that someone was methodically sawing me in half with a dull butcher knife while systematically trying to open a hydraulically powered automatic beach umbrella in my hooha. Add to that the fact that I was only at 3ish cm, strapped to the bed by the automatic blood pressure cuff, the IV lines, the fetal monitors and the paralysis of back labor, I'm not surprised that I, for the first time ever, considered an epidural for pain management. The new shift nurse asked me if I wanted anything. I told her no but to come back in 20 minutes for my final answer.
An hour later when she appeared I had lost all respect for her, and everyone else for that matter, and asked for Nubain. I had to clear it with Hailey first as she was all up in my face and reminding me that I had done it before without any medication... I saw her head spin around at that moment, I just know it.
(Or maybe it was mine)
Then, I'm pretty sure I told her to shove it because she backed off and the nurse administered the medication.
Immediately, I started to giggle.
For about an hour I felt great, dreamily saying things like "Ooooooo...That one hurted" or "Heeeeyyyyy you guys... " or so they tell me.
Then, it wore off...