I didn't have individual funny things but looking back at the day I had Elizabeth when I was still at home, I have to laugh. I didn't get any fun drugs or anything.
I'd been in and out of preterm labor for 3 months.
The day before I had her I was at the hospital, they sent me home. The day I had her, I sat curled up on our couch all day, hurting. I was scared and anxious and my OH was working.
He got home from work, and asked if I'd be okay if he left. I said yes, and then continuously texted him begging him to come home.
My mom came over. I sat rocking on the couch keening, and crying, cuz it hurt so bad but there was no rhyme or reason to them.
I wanted a natural birth, and I go it!, but when it was time to have her and I was at home, I didn't want it anymore.
Me: I don't wanna do it anymore. Can I be done now? I wanna be done.
My mom: Katie this isn't even the real thing, wait til this is real contractions.
Me: If this isn't real, I quit. I just...I quit. Can I be done?
Mom: Katie, just breathe. This doesn't hurt, wait til the contractions are actually doing something. Then it'll hurt.
Me: I want an epidural. Please? This hurts. If this isn't real, I can't do it. It hurts so bad. Mommy, can I have an epidural? If this isn't real, I want an epidural.
Mom went home when OH got home, and not 10 minutes after mom left I started screaming, and we raced to the hospital.
In car:
OH: Angel just breathe. Don't push
me: I'm trying! *Scream*
OH: Calm down baby, you're okay
me: *fume* I can't stop pushing!
OH: Just stop! Just...Just shut your legs!
me: screw you
In triage:
nurse: we need you to get in a hospital gown
me: no, the babys coming
nurse: we know sweetie, that's why you need to get into a hospital gown (patting my arm)
me: FUCK YOU THE BABYS COMING NOW (pointing at my crotch)
She was crowning at that point. Outside of L&D I screamed again.
L&D:
nurse: we need to get you out of your sweatpants
me: okay
her and OH pull down sweats, i stand up, baby falls out, OH catches her
me: Good catch
OH: O_O