I would like to share with you the experience I had while giving birth at Ruby Memorial Hospital.

I was pregant with my second child and I was 2 days late. My water broke at 8am and I waited a little while for my contractions to be closer together. My husband got me there at about 10:30. I was having pretty frequent contractions then and they told me I was dialated to 5cm. So I wait to be put in the room I was going to deliver in. I was finally moved when it was close to 12. After getting hooked up to monitors and answering some questions for about 20 minutes they decide that I needed pitocin. I asked why they were doing that because I was induced with my first and I had said that I did NOT want to be induced this time. I was told that my contractions weren't consistent enough. One of the questions they had asked was what I wanted for pain. I had said that I wanted and epidural. So I thought, ok they should be getting that ready for me. So after about 10 minutes on the pitocin I said I needed the epidural asap. After another 10 minutes they had to stop the pitocin because my contractions were so strong I was screaming. They told me that the anesteciologists(sp?)were in with a c-section. So apparently if I had also needed a c-section I would have been screwed. I don't understand why a labor and delivery floor wouldn't have enough people to do more than one epidural.

At about 12:55 they say that it's time to start pushing. I was in so much pain I was screaming my head off. A lovely nurse decided that she was going to try to put her hand over my mouth to try and quiet me down. I couldn't believe that she had done that. At 1:02 my son was born and I was so happy. Then I found out I had a 3rd degree tear. That was not fun. Anyways when they take my son to clean him off and weigh him I was shocked to hear what was said. The main Dr. said "Look he has a big d*ck like his dad." Yes, those exact words. I'm sorry if some of you would laugh at that but I was very offended. He wasn't my main Dr. and I had only seen him once before so it's not as if I had a comfortable relationship with him. He was a creepy and apparenly perverted old man.

I thought that child birth was supposed to be happy and special. They robbed that from me. My son is now 8 months old and still to this day I am horrified of my experience. Not to mention the fact that they knew that I am hyper-moble so my joints and ligaments stretch farther than they are supposed to. I had problems in my pelvis with pain from my first son. My delivery was very tramatic to my pelvis and I am still in pain every day from it. Thankfully we have since moved so I never have to step foot in that place again.