Overheard in a Utah Labor Room

[Anonymous]

...followed by a D&C without pain meds

I always need meds for the Doctrine and Covenants!

[_just me]

...followed by a D&C without pain meds

I always need meds for the Doctrine and Covenants!

You made me laugh! Hospital strength IBuprofin is needed for D&C 132.

[_Blixa]

You made me laugh! Hospital strength IBuprofin is needed for D&C 132.

Dilaudid.

[_moksha]

I still don't get why these women whine and complain about this labor stuff.

I had NO PROBLEM with either one of my kids births.

Piece of cake!

Peace,
Ceeboo

I get your humor Ceeboo. Off to score some mentats, rad-away, buffout and jet, along with these other junkies.

[_cafe crema]

No way in hell is someone putting an effing huge needle in my back! I hate that they have to put in an IV line.

Aren't options wonderful?

(said the lady who birthed a baby frank breech followed by a D&C without pain meds)

I was (and still am terrified and nauseated) by the effing huge needle, actually I'm terrified and nauseated by tiny ones, but I hadn't really made any plans for delivery. Honestly I never made it to the finish so many times I really felt it wasn't going to happen.
Much to my surprise I did get there. I delivered my first without any medication because I decided too late that it hurt more than I could stand. I'd been in the hospital for 3 days to induce and very little happened on my side of this, I didn't feel any substantial pain until about 8:30am and my daughter was born at 11:40. Sometime in there I was asked about an epidural and I said oh yes, so I was hooked up to an IV, you can't have an epidural if your bp is too low so I was given IV fluids. The nurse (I think I'm very unclear about this part) said after this I would be given an epidural but DD had different plans. She decided to exit before I could get an epidural.

In my second my twins were both breech so a C-section was recommended, I was on board with this because one of my big fears (and I had lots) was that something would happen with one baby during the birth of the other. And so an epidural was a given, but I was terrified. So I got through the people sticking the damned huge needle into my spine only to discover that I don't react well to what ever is in that needle. I spent the whole time heaving, my husband says the surgeon kept glaring at the anesthesiologist who kept injecting stuff into my IV tubes. I spent the whole time thinking, "I have to stop heaving people have knives in my guts" "what is in that needle he's giving me, and boy he looks like a mad scientist in a movie" and "I don't have anymore to throw up" I haven't read any posts on "mommy boards" from anyone who reacted the way I did to an epidural have you????

[_DarkHelmet]

My wife's labors were over so quickly there was never time for an epidural even though she most definiitely wanted one. Had the same doctor for most of them. He knew to just bring the catcher's mitt.

She must be related to my wife. My wife's labor is like on TV shows. The contractions start and after a couple pushes a baby comes out.

[_just me]

I was (and still am terrified and nauseated) by the effing huge needle, actually I'm terrified and nauseated by tiny ones, but I hadn't really made any plans for delivery. Honestly I never made it to the finish so many times I really felt it wasn't going to happen.
Much to my surprise I did get there. I delivered my first without any medication because I decided too late that it hurt more than I could stand. I'd been in the hospital for 3 days to induce and very little happened on my side of this, I didn't feel any substantial pain until about 8:30am and my daughter was born at 11:40. Sometime in there I was asked about an epidural and I said oh yes, so I was hooked up to an IV, you can't have an epidural if your bp is too low so I was given IV fluids. The nurse (I think I'm very unclear about this part) said after this I would be given an epidural but DD had different plans. She decided to exit before I could get an epidural.

In my second my twins were both breech so a C-section was recommended, I was on board with this because one of my big fears (and I had lots) was that something would happen with one baby during the birth of the other. And so an epidural was a given, but I was terrified. So I got through the people sticking the f*****g huge needle into my spine only to discover that I don't react well to what ever is in that needle. I spent the whole time heaving, my husband says the surgeon kept glaring at the anesthesiologist who kept injecting stuff into my IV tubes. I spent the whole time thinking, "I have to stop heaving people have knives in my guts" "what is in that needle he's giving me, and boy he looks like a mad scientist in a movie" and "I don't have anymore to throw up" I haven't read any posts on "mommy boards" from anyone who reacted the way I did to an epidural have you????

Oh geez! That is terrible. My sister in law started twitching (in a bad way) with an epidural. They didn't connect to the right place and had to try again. Yikes! I had a person tell me they have had back pain ever since. Both these people still love epidurals.
Never heard of the non stop barfies, though.

[_cafe crema]

Oh geez! That is terrible. My sister in law started twitching (in a bad way) with an epidural. They didn't connect to the right place and had to try again. Yikes! I had a person tell me they have had back pain ever since. Both these people still love epidurals.
Never heard of the non stop barfies, though.

Yep I've never heard of anyone else having that reaction either. I went into it fearing things more along the lines of what your SIL experienced, 24 hours of barfing never crossed my mind. In the hospital they wouldn't let me eat until I went a certain amount of time without throwing up. The twins were born at 2:30 am Friday, I didn't get to eat (broth and jello) until mid morning on Saturday. I can't say I love epidurals but I can see why it's preferable to being knocked out for a C-section. If I were to have to do it again though I would have a talk with the doctor about other options.

[_The Nehor]

Typical male response. Pass a kidney stone, then come back and talk to me.

I have. I had two. I named both my children. Giving their names here would get this thread booted to the Telestial so I will forebear.

That is when I learned to respect how painful giving birth can be. The nurse told me that if I ever got a girl pregnant and said I had no idea what it was like that I was now allowed to smile on the inside and know she is wrong. She added that pointing this out while said girl is in labor may result in a most painful death.

When I was in the ER for a stone I was waiting to see a doctor with no medication. There was only one doctor and someone died in the next room and the doctor was dealing with the grieving family right outside my door. It took every ounce of charity I had to not scream something to the effect of:

"He's dead! I'm still alive! Get me drugs!"

[_Quasimodo]

Typical male response. Pass a kidney stone, then come back and talk to me.

I have. I had two. I named both my children. Giving their names here would get this thread booted to the Telestial so I will forebear.

That is when I learned to respect how painful giving birth can be. The nurse told me that if I ever got a girl pregnant and said I had no idea what it was like that I was now allowed to smile on the inside and know she is wrong. She added that pointing this out while said girl is in labor may result in a most painful death.

When I was in the ER for a stone I was waiting to see a doctor with no medication. There was only one doctor and someone died in the next room and the doctor was dealing with the grieving family right outside my door. It took every ounce of charity I had to not scream something to the effect of:

"He's dead! I'm still alive! Get me drugs!"

I have a friend that passed a kidney stone while skiing (a doctor, no less). He stood, holding onto a tree on the side of the ski run, trying to pee into the snow. It's a very funny story when he tells it. It must have been a nightmare in reality.