When I had my last baby, 26 years ago, I wanted to do it the natural way. No meds for me. No way.

Also, 9 months was enough to be carrying this lil baby and I was ready for him to be born. Anyway, I called the doctor and told him I kept peeing. He said the water is breaking. Get to the hospital.. I was excited. Baby is on his way.

Well, the first several hours were cool. I had my coach there, doing the breathing during contractions. Later, as the contractions were getting stronger, I wished I had paid better attention in the classes to learn the "breathing" better. Cuz what I was doing was not working . Nope. Not working at all..

Labor was slow and I wasn't dilating enough, so they gave me meds to help that along. Well, several hours later I decided to "forget this natural stuff", give me drugs... And they did. And wow, I liked it. I wanted more. Nurse said the Doc said I could not have any more. I told her to tell the Doc I want more and I want it now. I am sure I said some bad words along the way too. I hated my husband for doing this to me..And boy was he going to pay.. Pay big time.. The doc did give me more of the "happy stuff".. And all was well. I was feeling no pain and boy was I happy.

Baby was born and he was sooo beautiful. It was alllllll worth it.

I should add, I begged the Doc when I went in for the checkup to tell what "drugs" he gave me. That I wanted more of the "happy stuff".. He refused.. I almost, just almost, grins, wanted to get pregnant again, just to get some more of the secret meds.