So, my water breaking wasn’t the big, dramatic to-do that you see in all of the movies. There was no moment of realization, followed by a look of show and awe as I announced, “It’s time!”
No, my water was broken for me.
I was in labor, and had been for a few hours. I was dilated- and stuck- at six centimeters when the doctor came in announcing she wanted to break my water. I was hesitant; wouldn’t it be better for me to wait and let it just happen on its own? My doctor looked at me skeptically but said that it was okay if that’s what I really wanted. She explained a few things to me as to why it would be beneficial to break it then; to be honest, I Had been given Stadol by that point and I don’t really remember why she said. But it made sense at the time, and my husband and I decided to allow her to break my water. I was afraid it was going to hurt- especially when she came at me with that weird crochet-hook looking thing.
She stuck it up there and I braced my self… And felt no pain. I hadn’t gotten epidural yet (that would come a bit later), and it still didn’t hurt. I was expecting that waterfall-like gush but there was no cascade of amniotic fluid for me. It was more like a slow leak; and it kept on going for several hours after. I felt like I was randomly peeing myself throughout the rest of the labor process- until I got the epidural. Once I got the epidural, they could have thrown a parade down there and I wouldn’t have felt it.
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