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Okay so on the last post at the end of it I said that my husband delivered my 3rd child. It is really not as bad as it sounds. Here's the story.
I was induced Fri morning. I was progressing fine. I got some pains and asked for my epidural. I know big wimpo to each their own I say. So I was fine just sleeping and hanging out. My Dr. was my cousin he said he would come and deliver me when it got closer fine with me. (did I mention by this time I had my epidural which = Happy Camille.) Anyway my nurse checks me I am at like a 6 six hours into this whole birthing process. No big deal I thought. My nurse left. Gene and I are just talking. All the sudden my nurse runs back into my room. I need to check you she says. I look at her like you have totally got the wrong room. You just checked me I am fine. (side note here My epidural was really working). She proceeds to lift up my blanket and yells out. CODE WHITE. I am like what I know that means that their is a baby and no doctor present. She lets my leg fall and runs out. My ever so helpful husband says let me see. (He is all about the southern hemisphere.) The baby's head was almost out by this time. Also my good friend worked over in another part of Labor and Delivery and when she heard Dr. White called she ran over to see what was going on. Well needless to say she always makes me laugh. I just started laughing. And out came Jesse into Gene's hand. Some Dr. runs in a cuts the cord. In the meantime the nurse ran out of the room to call my cousin to come and deliver the baby. Well I guess when the regular Dr. left to go back to the office to take over while Dr. Thorpe was coming over, I had Jesse. It was weird kinda nice though. No pushing just laughing on this delivery. Gotta love it.
So their is my story glad to have it written down. It is kinda a unique story. Let me just say Thank heaven for epidurals. Couldn't have done this without one.