With my last, and 4th child, I knew what labor pains felt like. So, when they started coming around midnight pretty regularly, I knew it was time to get the kids up and moving. We took my son to a friend's house. Unfortunately, they live on a dirt road and it was a bumpy ride. When we got to her house I couldn't get out of the van or even talk to her! I had called the hospital to tell them we were on our way and to have an anesthesiologist on hand. They kind of poo-pooed me. I knew I wanted an epidural since the middle two I'd missed out. We live about 25 mintues from the hospital. We were about 5 minutes away when we hit road construction! We had no idea what road to take. I called the hospital to ask for directions but could barely speak because I was in so much pain. The nurse gave us directions and again I told her to get that anesthesiologist to my room because I wanted to feel nothing below the waist! We rolled up to the hospital and they offered me a wheelchair. I almost said, "no" but decided, with 3 other kids at home I was going to be taken care of for the next couple of days. They wheeled me towards my room and as I went past the nurses desk I again called out for the anesthesiologist. They all just laughed. My nurse asked me to head to the bathroom and boom a huge contraction hit. I barely made it to the bathroom without crawling. When I came out she checked me and gave me the lovely news that I was dialated to a 10!!! TEN! I was so upset because I wanted to be pain free this time. I could NOT believe it.