Well, I was induced with my first, so the onset of labor was pretty damned quick and was incredibly intense, and I had no idea what to expect.
We arrived at the hospital at around 1 a.m. (yes, they scheduled me to be induced at 1 a.m. I still have no idea why my old OB made this choice) and I hadn't slept, so I was already loopy to begin with.
When I started to go into labor after a bit on the pitocin drip, I thought I just had to crap really badly, so I sat on the toilet for about 20 minutes yelling about being constipated, then freaking out when I had my bloody show and bringing the tissue out of the bathroom where nearly my entire family saw the bloody mess.
Once contractions really kicked in, I was given a popsicle to ease my mind, I guess, and that popsicle got everywhere. I would be happily eating the popsicle and as soon as a contraction hit, I would start swinging it around everywhere, dripping red popsicle all over my OH.
I was offered an epidural early on as the anesthesiologist was needed for an emergency c-section and I wouldn't have been able to get an epidural for at least 2 hours if I didn't have one then, which I was not happy about. Every time I had a contraction I would scream "GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE" and each time the contraction subsided, I would start crying, saying, "No, please I can wait, I can do it, I promise!"
Eventually I agreed to the epidural, but no one told me about the button to press to release more of the meds, so it started to wear off and I started screaming (and apparently having some extreme mood swings while screaming) about needing to "take a really huge shit, is that embarrassing? I really need to shit right now! I'm sorry I just said shit. Am I giving birth to a bowl movement?"
I'm told at some point I started swinging at my MIL telling her to "Get the hell away from me" but I don't remember doing this at all. I do remember, however, screaming at the top of my lungs while pushing and one of the nurses having to cover my mouth and I'm pretty sure I may have tried to bite her.
I also am told I screamed, "Get him out of me, mom" at my doctor, or something similar to that, even though she wasn't in the room at the time, and I remember passing out for a moment once I saw his head come out of me.
After I was done giving birth I was unknowingly given percoset (I have no idea how to spell it, I thought they were giving me Motrin, so I asked for two) and a photographer came in to offer newborn pictures.
Apparently I tried to answer her and ended up falling asleep in the middle of answering her and just moaned incoherently at her until my OH woke me up.
After that, I kept thinking I was awake and continued to mumble nonsense at my OH for a long period of time before the nurse came in and I asked her why I was so nauseous and then proceeded to throw up onto the floor where I could have sworn a trash can was and mumbled "What the fu_ck?!" before they decided not to give me any more meds stronger than Motrin.
Not incredibly hilarious, but that's what I've got to share. In less than two months, I'll have more to share, I hope