When I was in labor the furthest thing from my mind was an orgasm. I wanted to scream, “GIVE THE EPIDURAL!” But I was so much pain that my husband was the one who was screaming for the epidural. He was afraid I was going to miss that “epidural window.”
Looking back I think I had been in labor for three days before my water broke. Since this was my second delivery I was pretty positive I knew what labor felt like — and believe me when I say those contractions sure did intensify immediately after the water breakage.
As I breathed through 3-4 minute contractions in a large 10-bed room, with each area separated by curtains, the nurse softly whispered questions I was suppose to answer. The problem was I couldn’t hear her very well because she was concerned about violating my HIPPA rights.
When I asked her why I wasn’t headed to my delivery room, she responded that she had to verify I was in labor. My mind went to a >>>screeching halt>>>> What? I was literally crying in pain, I had shown her evidence of water leakage, and on top of it all she said I was only 3cm dilated (only 1 cm larger than I had been 5 days earlier).
That’s when my husband went running down the hall looking for the charge nurse. He for one didn’t believe I was only 3 cm dilated — and neither did a second nurse. After all, measuring the cervix is all speculative in my opinion. Nobody has the same finger width, and that folks is what they use for measurement.
After all is said and done, I delivered a beautiful baby three hours later. Note: epidurals slow down labor.
I passed on my L&D epidural wisdom to my friend Cassandra who was due a couple of months later. She delivered at the same hospital, and she probably got my same check-in nurse because Cassandra wasn’t so lucky. She missed the window.