My due date was November 3, 2017. The date came and went but there was still no baby, apparently I had created a very comfy home for her. I went to my doctor and was scheduled to be induced on the morning of November 10th unless the baby decided to come before that. It was 8:00 AM on November 9th, I was up helping my husband get ready for work. As he left, I felt a little trickle and thought, "OMG, did I just pee myself?" I ran to the bathroom and took off my barely wet undies. As I changed, I thought it was very odd since I didn't even feel like I had to go pee.
I went on about my day and at around 10:00 AM my mom called to say she was coming over so we could go for a walk around the mall to try to get the baby out. My mom ended up getting to my house around 1:00 PM and I told her what happened in the morning, she also found it odd and we began to wonder if it could have been my water breaking. I called the doctor's office and they told me the only way to know for sure was to go to the labor and delivery ward. At around 3:00 PM, I decided it was worth checking out so I called my husband and put him on notice. At the hospital, they ran some tests and gave me the news, "yes, that was your water and you're staying here now." What?! I always imagined it like they do it in the movies, a dramatic rush of water spilling out and yelling, "OMG! The baby's coming!" It was nothing like that, it wasn't even that much liquid. I didn't even have my hospital bag because I didn't expect it to be my water so I called my husband and told him what was happening. I didn't have any cramps or contractions whatsoever so the nurses hooked me up to some IV bags and started me on Pitocin to induce labor. Wait, what? Why? Well, apparently since my water had ruptured early in the morning, I had to have the baby within a certain amount of time to avoid infection so things were getting real very quick.
My husband arrived and so did our families. I was given a delivery room and heard a woman wailing and screaming. My eyes widened and the nurse looked at me and said, "you hear her yelling and wasting all her energy. Don't do that, breathe through it and save your energy for the pushing." That was the best advice anyone could have given me. It literally saved me a ton of energy for what was a long night ahead. It was around 10:00 PM that the contractions started to get really bad. I had decided to have a natural and unmedicated birth so I said no every time they asked me if I wanted the epidural. My pain tolerance was definitely being put to the test. I wasn't dilating so they upped the Pitocin a couple of times and sent me for walks until I was finally at 5 CM. Holy crap, the pain got unbearable and had been going on for hours. I finally caved and told them I wanted the epidural. "Sorry hun, I have two girls ahead of you now but I'll come back for you as soon as I finish with them." Oh no! What have I done?! Now I have to wait and go through more pain! I was miserable and in so much pain but I remembered my coworker telling me, when those contractions get intense just think to yourself by this time tomorrow I will have my baby in my arms. I just kept repeating it in my head, "by this time tomorrow, by this time tomorrow!" My husband, mom and sister were with me during the worst of it. The wait for the anesthesiologist to come back with that epidural was eternal. It was actually only 20 minutes but it felt like hours. My husband was so helpful, he kept trying to find ways to make me feel better. I was sitting, then lying on one side or the other. Finally he helped me up and started to slow dance with me through each contraction and would you believe it actually helped? By some miracle I had gotten all the way to 10 CM in those 20 minutes. The anesthesiologist got back right after they had checked me and I decided to go on without the epidural because it was time to start pushing.
It was around 1:00 AM when they called my doctor and I did some practice pushes. I heard the nurse go back to the phone and call the doctor again, "yeah, come now