After early last Sunday morning, I feel like I can do anything. I’m talking about coaching my little sister through the birth of her baby. A couple of months ago we talked and she agreed that she didn’t want to have an epidural because of my bad experience with it. Even though we had that agreement, my little sister is as big a sissy as I am, so I knew that she would try to cave and have an epidural. I asked my mother if she could come get me downstairs if Danielle starting asking for one.
I had to go downstairs because there were only two people allowed in the room with her at a time. At the time it was me, my mother, and her best friend in the room with her. So I went downstairs to finish my book by Max Elliot Anderson (more next week).
She didn’t have bad labor; it was pretty mild. It progressed pretty quickly though. When we arrived at the hospital at 12:45 a.m., she was experiencing slight labor pain. The nurse checked her and determined that she had dilated 5 cm. That was @ 1:30 a.m. By the time I changed places with my mother at 3:30, she was crying like a big ole’ baby. She tried to get an epidural, but she was already fully dilated, so she couldn’t get it. I went in the room, calmed her down and helped her through the pain with Lamaze breathing. She said that she was glad that I was there. I was happy to be there for her.
At about 3:30 a.m. they take her to the birthing room. At this hospital, permission from the doctor is required to have more than one person in there. Even though she got permission from her doctor ahead of time, her doctor wasn’t there, so we had to wait for the nurses to call her doctor. They weren’t able to get in contact with the doctor so finally the resident on call ok’d it. Read More »