Monday, September 1, 2008

"Labor" Day

In honor of Labor Day and in honor of my friend, Tammy, who will be having her first baby any minute now, I'm going to play a game. Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer introduced this meme in which we can talk about any mom's favorite subject . . . her labor!

How long were your labors?

Kid #1 - 12 hours
Kid #2 - 4 hours
Kid #3 - 30 hours

How did you know you were in labor?

Kid #1 - water breaking in the middle of the night
Kid #2 - membranes stripped in the doctor's office - I was in labor by the time I got home.
Kid #3 - I don't remember--I had two other kids.

Where did you deliver?

At a hospital, where the sane (and scared) people go.


Oh my yes! I was telling the woman in the ER who was checking me in, "I want you to know that I want an epidural." And then the girl who wheeled me to the labor/delivery wing. And then every nurse who came into my room. "I want you to know that I want an epidural!" My husband was mortified.


Not a one.

Who delivered?

Kid #1 - The most gorgeous, dark-haired, blue-eyed doctor in the very large practice I went to. Kid #1 was three weeks early, and I had not had a chance to meet him yet. I was slightly mortified when he walked into the room and said, "Hi. I'm Dr. X and it looks like I'll be doing your delivery today." All I remember is those beautiful blue eyes looking at me over the sheet.

Kid #2 - Dr. X's (see above) father. I ruined his new pair of shoes.

Kid #3 - My favorite doctor in the world--Dr. A. I had changed practices by now (too embarrassed to see Dr. X again) and found this amazing G.P. Unfortunately, Kid #3 was breech, so Dr. A. was not going to be able to deliver her (they thought I might have to have a c-section). He arranged for a surgeon who was able to perform a successful external cephalic version with about 10 of my closest friends in the room--a few new EMTs who had never seen such a thing before. So I went back to Dr. A--hooray! And many, MANY hours later (and lots of fainting and throwing up) she was born. Sometime around hour 24, my husband leaned over to me and whispered, "I don't think you can do this again." I just about kissed him.

Interesting side note: All three of my girls were born on a Tuesday. I think there's something significant there.


  1. Oh you made me laugh. The part about telling everyone you wanted an epidural. I love that.

    It never ceases to amaze me how hubbies get so mortified. I'm like Hey buddy you do this pain then you can get mortified!

    Thanks for sharing!

  2. Pretty interesting births. Glad that your husband realized you couldn't do this again!!
    Thanks for sharing! I am due in less than 4 weeks and have had fun reading all these stories thanks to RIMD. My friends are leaving advice for me on our blog this week if you'd like to stop by and share some words of wisdom! :)