Birth Story

I went into labour with my son in 1995 at 3:30 in the morning. I was only 19 years old and unfortunately my attending nurse didn't have a fondness for single young mothers. The first 17 hours of my labour I spent walking up and down the hallways of the hospital trying to cope with the pain and get my baby out! They finally realized I was going to need a little help to get the whole dilation process moving. So they moved me into the labour room(finally)and administered the drip and broke my water. I lay on that bed for approxiamately 6hrs in hard labour. The whole time I was begging the nurse for an epidural, which I of course I had already requested on my medical form. My labour was approximately 28 hrs. long. About 3hrs. before my son was born the attending physician came into the room and ordered me an epidural. Of course being afraid of they epidural I asked the nurse to hold my hand and Please god help me not to move. The only response I got was that "that's up to you, I can't help you" among the many other rude and unhelpful comments I had already received from her. My epidural cut the pain in half but unfortunately I still got to feel every pain of pushing my son out. I am pregnant now with my second child and intend to have my sister in law who is a nurse with me when I deliver this time around, to make sure I am treated with absolute respect and receive all the proper care I deserve! Beware the jaded nurse!