Funny story

Ok, so the other day (well, maybe even longer ago than that) Cory and I were chuckling about a funny thing that happened while I was in labor with Savannah.  I remember thinking to myself, "Oh, I need to be sure and blog about that," but just haven't had the time.  Until now!  So on with the story. 

I think I mentioned in a previous post that I had to get a second epidural because the first one came out, right?  If not, now ya know.  I had been given pitocin so my contractions were coming fast and hard ... not a fun experience with the effects of the first epidural waning.  The anesthesiologist was prepping a patient for a c-section which meant this momma had to be patient until he could come redo the epidural.  In the meantime, the nurse injected some sort of narcodic pain killer into my IV with the warning that it would make me super drowsy.  Who cares, though, right?  I can just sleep through labor until it's time to push.  Well, it not only made me drowsy, it relaxed every muscle in my body so much that I had to consciously keep myself breathing and focus all of my effort on forming a coherent sentence!  Ok, so maybe I didn't REALLY have to make myself breathe ... but it sure felt that way.  In fact, I kept jerking myself out of sleep because I was afraid I was going to stop breathing and die right there on that gurney. 

Soon after it kicked in, Cory said he was going to go get a fresh cup of coffee since I was sleeping.  But I, in my drug-induced stupor, begged and pleaded with him not to go.  I was completely convinced that if he left my side to go get coffee I was going to stop breathing.  I needed him there to watch me and make sure I didn't.  I pretty clearly remember that part, but what I was unaware of was just how incoherent my speech really was.  According to Cory, it resembled that of a drunken frat boy after a long night of partying.  Everything was slurred, and the words in my sentences were sometimes out of order!  Ha!  Dumb drugs.  Cory reminded me that I was hooked up to a million monitors and that there would be alarms going off all over the hospital in the unlikely event that I did stop breathing. 

At that point I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I halfway woke up, my mom was in the room with me because Cory was visiting with some family in the waiting room, and a nurse was saying, "I'VE GOTTA GO GET THE DOCTOR, IT'S TIME!"