On Sunday, September 8th, 2012 my Husband & I decided to grill out just for the two of us. After what felt like the hottest summer I've ever experienced, the breezy 75 degree night, was just what this pregnant girl needed!
We started grilling at about 6 and I had been having what I thought was just normal pregnancy pains all day. My last appointment with my doctor was two days before and I was dilated 2 centimeters and the baby was very low for 37 weeks. I didn't think much about it because I was told first pregnancies tend to last a little longer. 
Chris had to work his mandatory overtime on the 9th so he was going to be gone all day. I had a friend over that morning and she had told me that it would be crazy if I were to go into labor that day while she was here. Once again, I just laughed it off. At about 3 in the afternoon she went home and I laid down to nap. I started hurting and having what felt like moderate menstrual cramps and the thought crossed my mind, "Could this be contractions?" I never thought I would have to question what contractions felt like. I pulled up Google and confirmed that my labor was starting! I downloaded a contraction timer app and started timing them. They were becoming more and more painful and eventually reached the point where I knew without looking at the timer that I needed to go to the hospital. I called my mom probably 20 times and couldn't get an answer so I looked up her neighbor in the White Pages and called. I told him I thought I was going in to labor and I needed him to go next door and get my mom. She called about 5 minutes later and by then I was in so much pain it was hard to talk. I told her what was going on and she said to hang up and call Chris. My Husband works in a customer service call center so he can't have his phone on unless he's on break. So, three days prior he gave me his supervisors number. I called, and of course, no answer. So I tried his cell and he text back and asked what was up. I replied "I'm having contractions and I need to go to the hospital!" and he told me he was walking out the door. I jumped in the shower and I heard Chris bust through the door! He grabs the hospital bags and takes them to the truck, then runs back in and checks on me, then runs to the kitchen to fill the cat bowls, and then back down the hallway to check on me. By the time I get out he has gotten everything ready and even laid out clothes for me so we could hurry and leave. Usually I'm the one freaking out and he's cool as a cucumber. It was the exact opposite this time.
We arrive at the hospital at 6 and I get in my lovely gown and they check me. Still 2 centimeters. They tell me that they decided to keep me overnight at about 9 and that if my contractions stay the same they are going to start Pitocin at 5 in the morning. I tried to get some sleep but the labor & delivery beds aren't made for sleeping. Big surprise, huh?
They started Pitocin at 5 & break my water at 7. Immediately I'm having contractions so bad I thought the baby was going to come out on her own. Words honestly can't describe the pain of contractions. I started screaming at the nurses and my mom saying "Screw this! I want a C-Section!" I'm SO happy that they didn't listen to me. I get my epidural and a popsicle by 8 and luckily it started working immediately! My nurse checked me at 8 and I can't remember for the life of me if I was dilated anymore but I do remember that she said the baby would for sure make her arrival that afternoon! My Husbands eyes tripled in size!
I was feeling great from the epidural and even had some visitors come and go. At 10 my nurse checked me again and as I was mid sentence with my Husband she says "Oh my God! It's time to push! You're 9 1/2 centimeters!". HOLY CRAP! I've never in my entire life felt so many emotions at one time. I felt closer to Chris than I ever have before, relief, pain, excitement, joy, and everything in between. I also felt proud of myself and my Husband. Proud that we had made it this far.
Chris set up the video camera, I touched up my makeup, and the nurse brought in all the stuff. The time was really here. I started pushing and about halfway through I felt the sudden urge to put on a pair of socks. I HATE socks. But Chris got me a pair and they were the most comfortable pair of socks I have ever had on. I felt instantly comfortable. I pushed for 30 minutes and my doctor told me that I needed to do 3 more sets of 3 and if the baby still hadn't made her arrival she was going to help me. I didn't understand why she said that, but during the next push she said that the baby was rotating and she was worried that she would get the cord wrapped around her. I did my 3 more sets of 3 and during the last one she said "One more and she will be here! I won't help." I felt relieved. I had come this far and I wanted to do this without her help. I pushed one more time at 11:38 AM, and I felt it. Every single ounce of pressure in my body was released. Natalie Paige had made her arrival!
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