I don’t do well with pain. I learned that lesson all-too-well during the birth of my first son, when, after 10 hours of labor jump-started by a pitocin drip I finally got an epidural. Nothing–and I mean nothing–has ever felt as good as the ebbing of that pain. I relearned the lesson during the birth of the second son, this time determined to go natural all the way, when, after a few hours, I told the doula to “shut up” and ordered my husband to hunt down the anesthesiologist and “Get me an epidural–NOW!” He listens well.
By the time the third son was born, I had the drill down pat. I was admitted to the hospital to be induced again but this time, as soon as the IV was hooked up and before the first labor pain hit, I had the anesthesiologist in the room putting in the epidural. It was a completely painless birth–and a lot of fun.
My issues with pain extend to my issues with being sick. I simply do not like not feeling well. I’ve been very lucky and extremely blessed in my life–the most serious thing I’ve ever had wrong with me was strep … Continue Reading