Perhaps you could post the story from your own perspective?
Now I will tell of my second birth:
I really wanted a home birth for this one, but couldn't. I woke up in the middle of the night because of feelings of pressure in my cervix. There was no pain, but I couldn't sleep. I sat around, not sure what to do with myself. I took a bath, brushed and flossed my teeth, wandered around aimlessly. This time I felt determined to labor at home for as long as I could. Partly because my last experience had disenchanted me with hospital birth, and partly because we live alone without family nearby. Friends of ours had agreed to watch our daughter during the birth, but I still felt funny about calling them in the middle of the night.
At 5 A.M. we decided not to wait any longer and called them. The contractions were starting to get stronger and painful. we dropped off our daughter and headed to the hospital.
No sooner did we get there then complications arose. When we had had the hospital tour with our childbirth class we had gone in the front entrance, but since the hospital day had not officially begun we to had to enter through the emergency room. We registered uneventfully and person at the desk offered me a wheelchair ride to the maternity ward. I said no, thank you. I could still walk and I refused to let anyone treat me like an invalid. The minute we left the emergency room we realized we had no idea how to get to the maternity ward. As we wandered the halls, the contractions became much more intense and close together. I leaned against my husband and sobbed, "I don't want to walk anymore!"
Ah! the elevator revealed itself and we got on. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to pee. The elevator door opened. Just across the hall, the bathroom waited. I ran in and locked the door (because that's what you do in a public bathroom). I sat on the toilet with a feeling of relief and my water broke with a huge splash. I felt the baby's head move into the birth canal. I felt really scared, then because I knew there I could not get off the toilet. I pushed the button to call the nurse's station, but of course they couldn't get in with the door locked. I heard voices outside calling, "You have to open the door!" Somehow I found the strength to stagger two steps and open the door (I know that sounds lame, but YOU try walking around with a four inch thick object in your vagina!).
They transferred me to a wheelchair, covered my lap with a sheet, and rushed me to the delivery room. The nurse said, "I see baby hair." I shouted, "The baby's coming!" They tried to tell me not to push because they wanted to screw a fetal monitor into his scalp, but soon they gave up. He came no matter what. I tore again, but it all happened so fast I didn't notice. The person who stitched me up acted like a real bitch. It took ages to finish, but finally they left My husband and I alone with our son.
I've never written a post in e-prime before. How'd I do? I miss the imperfect tense :'( .