This is the FINAL part of Charis' birth. If you haven't read Part 1 and/or Part 2, start there before reading.
I started focusing too much on the pain and was tensing up. I felt nauseous. I began to think, "I can't do this." Drew was trying to help me calm down, but it was not working. Finally, he called the nurse in and asked if the medication could be increased. That's when she reminded me about the fact that I could deliver medication by pushing a button. I felt STUPID. Here I was, a nurse, who has had patients who have PCA pumps, but when I had one, I completely forgot what to do. So, I clicked it (started feeling some relief) and clicked it 15 minutes later, and the pain started getting more under control. During this time, the nurse said she could check me if I wanted. I said, "Yes." She checked and I was 8 or 9 cm dilated; I forget what station, but she thought that I'd be pushing before the hour was up.
I started pushing Charis around 3:30 PM. Even though I had an Epidural, I could still feel when I had to push, for which I was thankful for. The nurses were great. One nurse was precepting a new graduate nurse. The doctor was discouraging around 4:30-4:45, he started applying fundal pressure frequently. I was frustrated because it was SO PAINFUL. And it felt like, I could not do it on my own; he needed to "help", but it was not helpful. I believe there was NO MEDICAL REASON IT NEEDED TO BE DONE. Then, around 5:10 PM, I was given an episiotomy, without my knowledge or consent, and Charis was born at 5:13 PM. She weighed 9 lbs. 12 oz. and was (and still) is a beautiful baby girl.