I remember that day so clearly! I woke up at about 8am with my daughter
and I knew that it was " the day ". I was having pretty regular
contractions about every 15 min so I knew that there was no rush quite
yet. My day went on as normal, me and my daughter went to the park, went
for lunch and spent the day drawing sidewalk pictures.
 I had been put on bed rest(which I didn't really obey) about two weeks
before because my baby measured so small although I was 37 wks at the
time. So I wasn't really too concerned about rushing to the hospital.
But at 2:30 I called my mom and told her I didn't think she should make
any stops after work. My contractions at this point were about every
7min very regular...not unbearable but I could feel them. At this time I
was frustrated at not being able to reach my "hubby" as he was 400mi
away for work. My daughter was very excited she knew somthing was going
on..knew there would be a baby...but was still confused as to how it was
going to get here.
 At about 4:30 we called a cab to get me to the hospital. When I arrived
there I was only 2cm dilated and 25% efaced.My water had not broke and
my contractions were not registering on there machines. Needless to say
the docs thought it was a false alarm.I on the other hand knew this to
be the real thing, and after much pleading they decided to humor me. The
doctors sent me to walk the hallways for an hour to see if it would
progress my labor any.
 At 6:30 I practically crawled back to the room as I couldn't stand. The
contractions were so close and so intense I thought surely I must be
dying. I climbed back on my bed and waited for the doctor to return.
Wasn't he surprised to find me 7cm dilated and 100% efaced. As he was
checking me we suddenly lost the baby's heart rate. I was quickly hooked
to oxygen and wheeled out to a birthing room.
 At about 7:15 the nurse decided to start filling out my paperwork and
the doctor went to call my own doctor.They thought they at least had a
couple more hours. Surprise again...at around 7:35 I informed them I
needed to push.I was checked and told it was alright to begin. I gave 2
good pushes and my water broke...about another 10-15 min and my sons
head had been delivered. I was told to keep pushing..they were unable to
unwrap the cord from his neck without delivering his body. So I pushed
and I tore...bad. It seemed like forever to hear that first wail..but it
is the best sound i've ever heard.
 They proceeded to stitch me for the next 1 1/2hrs. It seemed like
forever. But finally I held my beautiful son...and had some dinner.
Hospital food or any food has ever tasted as good as it did that night.
 Connor is now 10 mos old driving his mommy and daddy batty and
anxiously awaiting the arrival of a new baby.

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