The (male) dr who delivered my baby seemed… mad at me for getting an epidural?
I am almost six months postpartum with my first baby, and I still regularly think about the interactions I had with the doctor that delivered my son.
I gave birth on a weekend, and my doctor’s office has a rotating call schedule for weekend births to allow the providers regular weekend time with their own children/families. I hoped and prayed that my own doctor (a female) would be able to deliver our son, but I went into labor on a Saturday night and delivered on Sunday, and she wasn’t working that weekend. The doctor who was on call is an older male with five-star reviews and is well-respected by the community, so I was confident I was still in good hands. He said a lot of things to me that made me feel like crap though!
My water broke, I had zero contractions for hours, and I was starting to develop a fever, so I had to be induced. I was SO scared with it being my first and all the horror stories you hear about pitocin (spoiler: it was fine, 10/10 doing that again electively!), so I opted to get an epidural early to spare myself the unrelenting contraction hell I was anticipating.
The doctor came in to check on me, and says, “I hear that you got an epidural, you must’ve been having some pretty bad contractions?” to which I responded, “Nope, I am a baby when it comes to pain, so I just went ahead and got it.” He. Was. Pissed. He said, “Well, now, baby’s not coming til tonight!” and left. Whatever, I didn’t think much of it because all I could think about was the fact that I’ll be birthing a literal child soon. If anything, I honestly WANTED a long labor so I could mentally prepare for the fact that, today, I WILL BIRTH A LITERAL HUMAN OUT OF MY VAGINA. I was having an existential crisis. I was so scared!
Well, hours pass, and it’s time to do some practice pushes. Doctor is in the room. I don’t really feel any pressure to push yet, so I was trying to figure out what to do without any guidance from my body. I do a couple pushes, and all the doctor says is, “That’s a good way to tire yourself out,” in a snarky tone. I’m sorry??? I’ve never done this before?!?
Pushing continues, and I finally start to feel some pressure that makes pushing more intuitive. As I’m resting between contractions, he told me, “the mark of a good epidural is still being able to feel pain, it’s supposed to make the pain more manageable.” I just nod. Baby arrived perfectly healthy, I made it out of labor unscathed, no tearing, and almost entirely pain-free, like I hoped. It was a beautiful rest of the day!
I feel like he was shaming me? I was too in the zone to care about what he said in the moment, but six months later, it bothers me!