On this day I gave birth to my first child, a son, he is almost 25 years old and it was one of the best days of my life. He was almost 3 wks over due before the Dr. finally decided to induce me and he put me through the worst pain imaginable not allowing me to get an epidural until almost time to push! His umbilical cord was wrapped around his shoulder and his breathing was compromised and the Dr. had to cut me and pull my baby out with forceps. I had 42 stitches and had to use a “donut” pillow to sit on for weeks. Obviously should have been a C-section that Dr. was not with it, something was wrong with him to make me and my baby suffer like that.
Wednesday, March 4, 1992
On this day I gave birth to my first child, a son, he is almost 25 years old and it was one of the best days of my life. He was almost 3 wks over due before the Dr. finally decided to induce me and he put me through the worst pain imaginable not allowing me to get an epidural until almost time to push! His umbilical cord was wrapped around his shoulder and his breathing was compromised and the Dr. had to cut me and pull my baby out with forceps. I had 42 stitches and had to use a “donut” pillow to sit on for weeks. Obviously should have been a C-section that Dr. was not with it, something was wrong with him to make me and my baby suffer like that.