It was a warm summer morning. July 3, 2006. As I awoke, I lay still with my eyes closed. I could feel the fan blowing across my skin and my husband rubbing my back. Feeling very calm and relaxed, I opened my eyes just a bit and I looked toward the window. It was still dark out. The quite whisper of my husband John’s voice said, “Baby it’s time to go.” I quickly thought to myself, “Is it five a.m. already?” This was the day, the day I would give birth to my daughter. I was going to be induced at six a.m. at St. John’s Hospital. The calm turned into nervousness. I had no idea what to expect, except that I would be having a baby on this warm summer morning in July.
As my husband and I walked out the house and got into the Cadillac, I looked into the sky and saw the orange sun starting to rise. We were headed to the hospital. Every time I started to feel nervous, I would feel the baby push on my stomach. A calm feeling would come over me again. As we arrived in the hospital parking lot John said, “You ready?” “Let’s do this,” I replied. A joy came over me. After nine months of waiting to see this baby, today was the day.
The smiling nurse came in the room. “Let’s bring this baby girl into the world,” she said joyfully. As I lay on the hospital bed, I was given the Pitocin. This drug was going to bring on my contractions and labor, which also brought on a lot of pain. Four hours later it was time to break my water. Little did I know I had student nurses who were learning to break water on a pregnant woman for the first time. I have to say my mother has never heard me say so many curse words in my whole life. After five painful tries I screamed, “Stop! Give me someone that knows what they are doing!” I could hear John laugh loudly. He seemed to think it was funny that I was being so bold. Finally my water had broken, but I had no idea that I was a long way to giving birth. I was only five centimeters dilated. It was now five in the evening. I...