Induction began around 10am and we didn't actually meet our man until 4:28 am the following morning. You do the math... The Dr. was very right almost 24 hours from the time we arrived!
On a more positive note I had amazing nursing care and lots of support from my team. Especially Jeremy who lulled us all to sleep with his very loud rhythmic breathing AKA "snoring." And of course I am being sarcastic. The only one snoring was Jeremy. However, I made sure to wake "Sleeping Beauty" when I found out I was dilated to 8! I had an Epidural that worked brilliantly for the most part allowing me to feel the contractions but just took the edge off.
When I finally got to 10 cm the lovely Dr. wanted to hold off pushing until I "felt the urge!" About a half hour later we were all having a conversation with the nurse about those women on TV who come in not knowing they are even pregnant or those that don't even have to push and the baby pops out. Meanwhile during this conversation I was thinking to myself "is this "the urge" I am feeling? So I told the nurse I felt "a little funky." She responded with a chipper.."Let's check you." Her next response, not so chipper..."CLOSE YOUR LEGS!" Apparently, Zion was already crowning. Like the women on television I was virtually unaware, thanks the the beauty of modern medicine. I was so unaware in fact we were all laughing about the irony of the moment in relation to our previous conversation. The Dr. came in immediately and assumed her position and said "STOP LAUGHING!" Then she said "STOP PUSHING!", to which I responded "I'm not!" My body had apparently taken over and was doing the pushing for me. Very quickly the Dr. was ready and jokingly said..."OK YOU CAN LAUGH NOW!" to which I found quite funny and began to laugh. With a laugh and slight push... OUT HE POPPED! Zion was literally laughed into this world! What an entrance! So although it was a long and tiring experience it ended quite perfectly. My Dr. said she had never had to tell a woman in labor to "stop laughing."