My niece, my sister's second child, managed to wait until they got to the hospital, but was born before the epidural could get there.
'Harm's Way'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My parents were going to a party when my mother went into labor with me. Since in those days the father's only job was to pace in the waiting room, my mother said, "Oh, it will be hours yet. Go on to the party." I was born before they could get my mother into a room. She has frequently told me, "I had you by natural childbirth. They didn't have time to give me anything."
With Bobby it seemed worse than the first time and I wanted something, anything, so they set an IV, but wouldn't give me drugs until my doctor arrived. The doctor arrived and said PUSH! Right in the ER. I was annoyed that I endured a needle for nothing. He was born super alert and hungry too.
{{{Aims}}} I'm so sorry for your loss. Your friend sounds like an amazing person.
My BFF's second kid fell out. Literally. She was walking, like they tell you to do during labor, and she paused and WHOOMP! Rosie entered the world. She doesn't remember pushing.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Aims.
I was asleep - now awake. and my brain has picked something to be annoyed at that isn't real. Seriously a stupid reason to be awake
Still fighting the vestiges of a nasty headache from last night. Bleargh. I have to do some housecleaning for reals this week. My office is...um.
And coffee is starting to not taste very good to me. I don't know if it's because we're drinking cheap coffee, or if it's steroids, or age, or what. But I am drinking less than a mug a day, usually, which is a crazy earth-shattering change.
Aims, I'm so sorry. She sounds like an amazing person, and I really enjoyed her blog posts.
I ordered a dress before I left on our trip. It came in today, and it fits! My crinoline even fits underneath it. So now I have something to wear to my cousins wedding on Saturday and can stop stressing about it. The only problem is it is a little to bare on top (as in my bra is showing. So I either need to find a lace camisole to wear underneath it or a brooch I can wear with it. I have a gazillion brooches somewhere, but I never really unpacked that stuff when we moved, so I have no idea where they may be hiding.