Hey ladies!!! I can finally add to this thread! I have a few good moments.
To set the stage - I had a completely drug-free home water birth...
Baby was stuck, so my MW suggested I try to poop to make room... I tried and tried for hours it seemed and when it finally happened I proudly announced it to everyone.
I could not stop BELCHING... over and over... and apologizing every time. DH and MW started counting them, they thought it was so funny.
Due to complications and the risk of a possible hospital transfer in the middle of a blizzard, my MW had her back-up call an ambulance, just in case... and while I was pushing with all my might she was on the phone with the world's stupidest 911 operator. The convo went something like this:
911: "911, what's your emergency?"
MW: "I am a licensed midwife attending a planned home birth, and we require EMS assistance due to fetal heart-rate deceleration."
(meanwhile I am pushing and groaning about 3 feet from her)
911: "Is the patient there with you now?"
(Really???)
MW: "Yes, we're in the middle of a birth and are seeking assistance due to fetal heart-rate deceleration."
911: "So, there's something wrong with the patient's heart-rate?"
MW: "No, it's the FETAL heart-rate"
911: "Oh, the fetal heart rate is accelerating?!"
MW: "No, DE-celerating... going down, dropping"
911: "The mom's heart-rate is dropping??"
MW: "No, FETAL... as in baby!!"
Me (mid-push): "These guys are idiots!!!!"
MW: "Ok. I am hanging up now...is there anything else you need?"
Also, after the baby came out I agreed to let our parents come in. They had been really panicked... but in my endorphin haze I forgot about the placenta and stitches I would need... so my FIL came in just in time to see me spread-eagled delivering the placenta. I think the poor guy was going to faint!!!
Finally, while they were stitching me up, I said, "You know what would be good right now?? Donuts!!"