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Tears poured from my husband's eyes from so many emotions ... anger, pain, and happiness.
Of course he would be happy; it was time; he would meet his son in just a few hours. I was seen right away. My
husband really was my hero. The nurses brought me right in and examined me for the first time. That wicked nurse
told me that if I drank castor oil, it would have induced my labor. "That is the most insane thing I have ever heard!
There really is something wrong up there, isn't there?" I said pointing to her head. I requested another nurse, but
unfortunately she was assigned to me, and that could not be changed. Immediately after I was addmitted and examined,
the nurses rushed me to the labor room.
In the labor room Dr. Kokturk greeted me in a friendly manner and said, "So, Sheri, are you
ready to have this baby?" I just looked at him, raised one eyebrow and said to myself, "Is he kidding me?" He
started his examination and told me that the baby's head was quite large. After making me push for sixteen hours, he
then told me that I needed to have an emergency C-Section. "The baby's head is too large, and you are too small to deliver
him vaginally." He told me in a calm, nothing-to-worry-about, tone. I asked him why I couldn't just keep pushing.
It had only been 16 hours and my first baby, Kyle, took me 36 hours to deliver, so I just thought it was normal. Then,
in a not-so-relaxed tone, he said, "Sheri, you are not progressing. The baby's head is swollen and we need to get him
out.
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Nothing could have prepared me for this news. I stared yelling, "Well, what are you
waiting for? Cut me open and get him out now!" Rather than cutting me vertically, he said, "I will perform the
procedure horizontally so that you will be able to wear you bikini without a visable scar." In my first trimester he
made me take out my belly ring so that I wouldn't get any stretch marks or scars around my naval. I had joked with him
then about not wanting a scar there so that I could wear my bikini after the baby was born.
Finally, I just said, "Who cares about a scar? Cut my leg off if you need to just get him
out!" Between the epidural and the Demerol, I was feling a little drowsy and said some ridiculous things, and it was
weird but I made friends with those wicked nurses. I had everyone laughing they told me. After the nurse had raised
the dose of the epidural, I was out of it, as if I was sleeping but could still hear everything going on around me.
So, I don't really remember much except for a lot of pressure.
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