get a cup of coffee, you'll need it
First one... I had been to the doctor for the first half of the pregnancy, then I moved, and it took forever to get my insurance worked out. I got into one doctor only to be told that because I was preclampsic they couldn't see me, by the time I got into the only doctor who would see me (because I was "high risk") it was on my due date. Well I was preclampsic so they wanted me to have her immediatly, but she was butt backwords and they were unsure of her size, so they didn't want to induce me and have this possibly large baby trying to come out breach.... C-section, when they told me I'd feel some pressure I felt nothing, she was delivered and I still hadn't felt a thing.... except sick (very sweet nurse who taught me that the smell of alcohol eases queeziness, and held the puke bucket for me
the real fun was after her birth... staples... became infected.... hot, cold, hot, cold.. and poring blood and fluid thru the bandages. they had to remove the staples, and I went home a few days later with a big open wound stuffed with packing. I lived upstairs, but wasn't suposed to go up stairs... couldn't put the baby in her crib, so she slept in the car seat, and I had a nurse changing my bandages every day. .. oddly I had two more kids after that!
Number two, I had gestational diabetes, and was on insuline for my third trimester. Other than that I had a great preg except I hated Mayo. His due date came, and went. I went in to be induced after about a week and a half, but while the Pitt did make me contract it did nothing else. After two days I was sent home for Thanksgiving weekend. I walked lots in the vain hope I could get the ball rolling. Monday I went back to the hospital, back on the Pitt, WHAM, there came the contractions, but no dialation, next day they broke my water, that night we tried something (I still can't remember what it was exactly) to make me dialate... it was horribly painfull, and just as I was about to scream "get that thing the he11 out of me" they told me it wasn't working... I didn't get any pain meds through all of this... not until the third day after my return to the hospital when I finally broke down and told them I had to get meds... and that night I told them that I would forget the vbac so that I was guarenteed my doc (if I'd waited I might have gotten whoever happened to be on duty). Here are two pretty pictures .. one (actually I'm not sure which kid this was with) as they cut me for the section I saw a long line of blood splash up on the sheet... made me sick. The other was having the nurse take out my iv and it started pouring blood (poor woman looked like SHE was gonna pass out) I lost alot of blood with my kids!
Okay third one is much shorter... gestational diabetes (again with the no sweet and sour chicken with fried rice). We decide to do c-section because my doc is worried that with two former ones it could be dangerous for the baby. One problem .. I wanted a tubal, and I was at a Catholic hospital. They wouldn't do it unless having another kid would be dangerous for me. So I had to go to a different hospital so I could just have her and do the tubal at the same time. (I wasn't getting an extra surgery!) My daughter is born no problem, then the doc is taking care of the tubes when I hear him saying things like, "that's odd"

Isn't that what you want to hear when your doctor is looking inside of you?! Later he asks me if I've ever had a tubal before, and tells me that one of my tubes was withered, and looked like someone had attempted the surgery in the past (no way, not unless it was durring the first two births). He wasn't sure, said I might have another tube, and I had to have a test (more pain) done weeks later to make sure there were no more baby making tubes hanging around.
oh, man, I wanted more kids, but don't know if I could have done that stuff ever again! I didn't even mention the way nobody seemed to be able to find my veins and hom many times they had to stab my back for the epi... bah, babies
