NowBlowPoMe: The Birth of Emory. (Chapter 6)

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

“You’re about 2 and a half centimeters dilated.” She told me.

I thought I heard her incorrectly.

“What?” I asked. TobyJoe walked over to me. He looked concerned.

“You’re 2 and half centimeters.” She repeated.

I started to cry. “But..” My voice trailed off. She knew what I wanted to say. She knew what I was thinking.

She explained that once they gave me the epidural they had no absolute way of gaging the pain and administering the correct dose of Pitocin. I was devastated. And I was pissed off. The last 11 hours were an absolute waste. I was still very upset with my body for not doing what it was supposed to do. I was angry that I had to be induced at all. I was mad that high blood pressure put me there in the first place. I wanted to meet my son. I really wanted to meet my son. I was heartbroken, seriously heartbroken. I was also worried that he was without amnionic fluid for so long.

I continued to cry.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” She began. “We’re going to insert an internal contraction monitor to get a better idea of how intense your contractions are. And then we’ll know exactly how much more Pitocin you’ll need.”

I asked the million dollar question. “How much longer will I be like this?”

Looking back, I understand why she wouldn’t give me a time. She watched my mood deteriorate several times. She answered me as a doctor. “Well, the night nurse will be a lot more aggressive with the Pitocin. We’ll get things moving. And that will be easier with the internal contraction monitor.”

And that’s when round two began.

By the the time Tuesday came to an end, I had one tube going into my arm, another into my back, still another emptying out my bladder and another inserted into my uterus next to the baby. I felt like something out of a science fiction movie.

At 2 AM, I entered real labor and the pain became a lot more intense. The button controlling the pain medicine was getting quite a workout especially since my right side wasn’t really numb at all. At 2:30 AM, my body went into shock and began to shake uncontrollably. I felt as though I had to poop. My teeth were chattering. I was falling apart fast. That’s when my husband woke up and my mother left the room to get a nurse.

It was finally time.

Part of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). I will continue this story every day until it’s finished. Each chapter will live in a section titled The Birth of Emory.


  1. Wow Michele. These little chapters are intense…

    I’m so glad that I know things worked out OK.


  2. I can’t stand the suspense!


  3. Ah, y’all, this is boring me to tears! I’m shocked anyone is still reading this.


  4. no, no this is great. my biggest regret was not blogging while sitting there waiting to dilate. lol. i also wish i had taken more pictures! can’t wait till next chapter!


  5. oh boy.
    if this isn’t enough to put the childless off having kids, I dunno what would!

    eek. Sounds rather terrible.



  6. Michele remind me who the dr was? Weiss?


  7. 11:30 and still waiting for chapter 7!!! can’t wait!


  8. Get to the good part!!! The suspense is killing me!


  9. Wow. Thank you for sharing your story! I’m anxious to hear the ending even though we’ve all seen the end result (Emory is beautiful)!


  10. Wow. Thank you for sharing your story! I’m anxious to hear the ending even though we’ve all seen the end result (Emory is beautiful)!


  11. Wow. Thank you for sharing your story! I’m anxious to hear the ending even though we’ve all seen the end result (Emory is beautiful)!


  12. I had the shaking too…I was told it was from the epidural. The upper half of my body shook through my whole c-section. I also had all the same wires/tubes and such…wasn’t that just an awful feeling?


  13. Nah, this is great stuff. I wrote mine a couple of months ago – I didn’t have any drugs – only because I can handle the stuff my body throws at me way better than I can handle the things like pitocin not being strong enough – and shiver the needle in the spine – it’s all about what sensations you can handle.


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