Baby Cream's Birth Story; Part 2

(Continued from yesterday  . . .)
After spending about an hour in triage, they decided to admit me to the hospital. In that time I could tell that the contractions were getting stronger. They got me my room and the nurse ordered the epidural. (Once again, my optimistic thinking of going natural were quickly put aside when I felt those strong contractions.
As Mr. Cherry said, "You just don't like pain, do you?" Ah, no!) They started my iv and the nurse began asking the endless questions that you really wonder why they don't have on record.
Since my doctor practices at a clinic that is a little way from the hospital, he had another doctor coming to break my water. I don't know exactly what time that doctor got there, but when he did I was already to 7 or 8 centimeters and he decided he better let my own doctor do the honors or he wouldn't make it.
In the mean time, I was still waiting for the epidural and my breathing and focus were all out the window. I would take a deep breath at the start of the contraction and then moan writhe it out. It wasn't pretty, folks. When the anesthesiologist got there, they decided that it was too late for a full epidural, but they could give me something called a one-shot. This would be faster acting, but it would also not be continual. Once it was done, it was done. Thankfully this provided some much needed relief. It wasn't as numbing as the epidural that I had with Peachy, but it really took the edge off.
My doctor made it to the hospital and peeked his head in the room. He was in his office clothes and had to change into scrubs, but quickly returned to break my water. I was already feeling some pressure and urges to push before he broke my water, but when he did, boy did I feel the need to push. He went to the staff lounge only to have my nurse call him right back for delivery.
Lets just say that at this point I totally lost it. I wasn't at all prepared for the pressure and the feeling of needing to push. I was so numb at this point with Peachy I just had to go by instinct. Well, that was not the case this time around. The nurse, the doctor, and Mr. Cherry had to tell me repeatedly to focus and quit freaking out. I was able to pull it together and in three pushes Cream was out at 11:45 a.m. Just over three hours after arriving at the hospital.
No one had mentioned the sex yet and I really wanted to know. I remember saying, "Its a baby! Is it a boy or a girl?" And I was told that we had another daughter! I was surprised, it seemed like everyone was telling me it was going to be a boy and I had begun to go along with that thought. The nurse had even gotten out the blue bracelets after asking me what my gut thought was.
After Peachy's long labor, I was prepared for another long one, but praying for something shorter. God answered my prayer. Only 14 hours after feeling my first contraction,  I was holding my baby girl! After preparing for an induction, God granted my to go into labor on my own. The big joke in the delivery room was that I wouldn't be keeping my appointment the next morning.