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Funniest part of your L&D?
With all the " OMG everything is going wrong" things in there, surely there is one funny thing you can think of?
For me, it was my Dad. My dad was in there with me, DH and my cousin the whole time. When I was born it was an emergency C-section because I had no heartbeat and my cord was tied in a knot, they actually only cut my Mom's stomach open part of the way, they ripped the rest. This was still at the time when men weren't in the room, they watched behind a glass window. My brother was a scheduled C-section, so my dad had never seen a natural birth. It was so funny, he was freaking out and had to go out for air many many times. He could barely deal with it. Even the backs of his hands were sweating, he had a harder time of it than I did!
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Re: Funniest part of your L&D?
Once again, I have pepsi all over my keyboard.
Yay for laughing!
In the middle of pushing, I had to tell my mom to calm down and breathe lol.
I was so focused and determined after 60hrs of labor (50 of which were unmedicated), pitocin and then an epi (which I had wanted to badly to avoid)....I was scared but my mom was freaking out way more than I was.
Ouch, seriously ouch.
My funny moment happened when my dr walked in after I had the epi and was beat. I had a mole on my rear that I knew was there but didn't see all the time like DH. I had been pushing for a while with the nurse and was getting close to delivering and tired. Well, the dr walks in and says "you want me to take that mole off?" Really that's the first thought that crosses your mind when you go to deliver a baby!
Im a bit loopy and start laughing and say yeah go ahead. I thought he was joking....then DH looks at me two or three minutes later and says, "Babe, he is really cutting your mole off." So not only do I end up with episiotomy stiches, but a couple more on my butt cheek!
I was shocked at the time. I couldn't believe that one second he is checking me and the baby's progress and the next I was getting a mole removed. We just started cracking up. It was a good break in labor though because a few (45mins) moments later we had Little Lou in our arms.
When people asked about how labor was, DH never seems to forget that little detail, "She got her mole removed off her a$$!"
no funny story here but it all hurt...bad! oh man i wonder why we do this again and again.
I asked my best friend.WHY? do you keep doing this.
She said because these little babies turn into children, and the children turn in to kids and these kids can tell you how much they love you.
We all want the kids to tell us how much they love us, right?
and that is the reason we do it, right?
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The funniest part of my labor was when I told my husband. He was asleep and he jumped out of bed encouraging me to call the Dr. and find out what to do. (normal so far). We called the Dr. and she said to come in within the next 2 hours. DH understood these directions then started freaking out about needing to get his haircut.
It was 4 in the morning and he was running around the house worrying about cutting his hair. I could've killed him at the time but he was freshly trimmed and ready to leave the house within the hour. Now whenever there is a pressing matter to deal with I always tell him "but I need a haircut first!!" And he just tells me he has no idea what he was thinking.... he didn't want his daughter to meet him as a ragamuffin!
My husband was super nervous and had no clue what to do. The nurse showed him where the refridgerator was with the Italian Ice and he was so nervous he spent the first 3 hours going back and forth eating all the ices.
Then when it was time to push - he freaked out and basically went to the corner of the room and did not say a word. My mom was there and took over the lead, cheering me on "push push you can do it" all that.... I pushed for 3 hours total.... about 2 hours into it out of no where I heard my H scream "PUSH"... Everyone in the room, including me busted out laughing. He got into it after that but for 2 hours he was in a coma.
After 7 years trying to concieve, 3 failed IUIs and 2 failed IVFs, my third IVF was a success!
My Christmas baby turned into a turkey bird! Dillon Richard was born at 34 weeks, 5 days on November 28, 2009 after 10 weeks on bedrest for preeclampsia.
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The guy who gave my epidural was a Steelers fan and the nurses kept telling me to wait until he was done to make fun of him (I am a ravens fan). He wore this steelers bandana and kept making fun of tattoos (my back is almost all the way covered so he saw it when putting the epi in).
I don't remember what I said afterwards but he smirked and said I was lucky I waited. The nurses apparently thought it was funny too. Another funny moment I remember is throwing up in front of my best friend and her laughing at me. She told me its ok and don't worry about it. I laughed it off too then asked for my toothbrush. She laughed at me trying to brush my teeth not being able to move from the waist down. It was def entertaining.
That's hysterical!
Not sure anything was really all that funny... but I remember DH and the nurses holding my legs, and pushing like hell. When my eyes would open all I saw was the doctor sitting on a stool just hanging out at the end of the bed with his head resting on his hand. I said to him, "Looks like hard work doc!"
I also played a game with myself trying not to swear at all during L&D, at the very end one slipped out, and I was like "SH-- didn't mean to say that"
How funny! The guy who gave ME the epidural also wore a Steelers bandana the week they were playing the Bengals. We had to give him crap for wearing that ugly thing!
There were two funny parts for me actually. The first one was the night before I was induced, we had gone to the hospital for an u/s and they kept me there for a couple hours to monitor me to see if I was making any progress. We got home about 8 and had to be back at the hospital by 7 the next morning for the induction (I was a week late), then around 10 I started feeling pains which I assumed were contractions. DH was ESTATIC and immediately called L&D at the hospital even though I told him not to bother because they were like 10min apart. The nurse laughed (in a good way) when he was telling her about it and told him to wait until they were 5min apart and then come in. So we went to bed, and I still had them but they weren't that bad. DH woke up like everytime I moved and was like "Are you having one now?". It was so funny, everytime I tried to get comfortable he thought I was having a contraction!! They stopped though and I did end up being induced the next day.
Then during my pushing, which of course seemed to take FOREVER, even though I only pushed for an hour. I remember seeing her head come out and then the OB telling me one more push, and then there she was. She said "Here's your baby girl" and I said "Really? That's it? Really?"!! DH and my Mom both started laughing. I knew that she was here, but I just couldn't believe that it was finally over!! *lol*
The part I still rag on SO for is the fact that after 40+ hours of no fluids I was dying of thirst, and yet he would take a spoon and try to get a single ice chip to spoon feed me during the pushing process. And by the time he would get it to my mouth it would be melted.
Oh, and the fact that I got up right after and left a blood trail wherever I went, SO took pictures of it pretending to be Dexter. The nurse thought we were nuts.
I had to be induced due to high blood pressure and I wasn't dilated or effaced at all when I got to the hospital (I was 39 weeks 3 days). I had to have cervix ripening drugs (which did pretty much nothing) and the foley catheter before my labor started. I was admitted into the hospital at 7 am and didn't go into active labor until 10 pm. It was a long and pretty boring day.
We decided that we were going to try to get some rest before the big event (this was probably around midnight). My husband pretty much passed out right away. I started drifting off, but my contractions started picking up so I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake my husband up, so I dealt with the contractions on my own (disclaimer: he totally would have been up with me the whole time if I had needed him. I felt like at least one of us should get some sleep and I was managing the pain just fine on my own. If I felt like I needed him, his a$$ would have been up with me that's for sure!)
He woke up briefly when I got the epi at 8 cm. and we both went to sleep. I woke up again around 7 and felt like I really had to go to the bathroom. I called the nurse and she told me I was "probably" ready to push, but I would have to hold off bc the drs were in a meeting (wtf??!!). I went in and out of sleep until the dr. finally came in at 8, and I was ready to push... my husband was STILL sleeping! The doctor had to wake him up!!! He said "Ummm, you might want to get up now. You're going to have a baby soon and I'm pretty sure you don't want to miss that". He was so confused and didn't know what the heck was going on! It was hilarious!!!
I passed gas after the gave me the epi and didn't realize it. Conversation went something like this.
Me: ::looks at the nurse::
Her: Happens all the time, honey.
Me: What was that noise? Is everything okay down there?
Her: You passed gas.
Me: WHAT? I didn't feel it? How the heck am I going to know when the baby's ready to come out of there?
I kept telling the nurse that I apologized in advance for pooping on the table because I knew I was going to--- I didn't.
Also... after being stitched up for no less than 20 minutes, a new, young, and somewhat timid nurse came in and stood next to me while I was still spread eagle in the stirrups. The doctor asked her to clean me up. I told her to wait that we had to get to know one another first. I asked her what her name was, told her it was nice to meet her, then introduced her to my vagina.
This made me laugh super hard!!
I would say there would be two:
1. My epi went wrong and I got a spinal instead so was completely numb from my chest down for a while. I had to get sick and my husband, after frantically looking for a bucket, held it to my chin while I got sick. When he went to dump it, I realized I wasn't done and he had to run it back to me. Apparently he ran it back so quickly, he told me afterward, that I almost had the whole bucket dumped on top of me.
2. When my epi was off and I was pushing, my husband kept telling me to push. I just remember ripping off my oxygen mask, looking at him and saying "Oh? I AM pushing".