The contractions slowed down when I got to the hospital, although I knew that this was normal, the nurses were acting as if it weren't. I did my 20 minutes of monitoring and then got up to walk around. I did this routine for four hours, the contractions had started to pick back up and were about every 4 minutes and lasting 45 seconds. I was still dealing well with the discomfort. Although my family was really annoying me. I thought that I was going to scream if I heard them tell me to get back in bed one more time!
The nurse asked me to go back to my room to get the heparin lock, because Dr. B was coming in to check me. I had been there almost 5 hours and was anxious to see what the doctor had to say, but I didn't really feel like I had progressed much. I was stressing.
So, in comes Dr. B, with the most obnoxious whine that I had ever heard! She checks me and finds that I am still 3 cms. I ask about station (how high the baby's head was), and the position and condition of my cervix. She told me that it was none of my business. She said that I wasn't in labor, no woman likes to hear this, and that she could break my water or send me home. I said, "Send me HOME!" She said, "I want to check you one more time." She did and she broke my water against my will, with an amnihook. I had decided against breaking my water because the baby's head had been so high the last time that I would have been at a fairly good risk for a cord prolapse.
She starts screaming that I am going to kill my baby! I can't get out of bed, I have to lay there. She does an impersonation of "what dead babies look like" and tells me stories of cord prolapses. I am horrified. She won't let me get a word in edgewise. She leaves me with the command to get going or I am going to get pitocin in two hours.
Now I am really angry, scared, and upset. My contractions went away. I sat there and tried to make excuses for her. There had been a tiny bit of old meconium in the water, probably from the car wreck, but other than that there was nothing wrong. The few contractions that I did have were horrible in bed, I felt like I had no way of dealing with them. My family became very supportive and tried to rub my back and my feet. I was just too upset to calm down.
