I was due September 19th, and on the 20th, I was lying awake at midnight (thanks, pregnancy insomnia!), watching a movie with the air conditioning blasting at 65 degrees when the contractions started. I tried not to get excited, because I had some random contractions before. But they kept coming, stronger and stronger. At 6 am, after a few hours of what I thought were strong and regular contractions, I woke my hubby and we went to the hospital.
I was only a fingertip dilated, and had made no progress after two hours, so they sent me home, telling me to come back when either my water broke, or I couldn't take the contractions anymore. I left, and labored all day at home. (At least I got to eat!) At 7:30 pm, I couldn't take the contractions anymore, so I waddled into the hospital again. As I came in the doors, I had such a bad contraction, I peed my pants! I felt kind of embarrassed, but I didn't really care too much, so I settled into my room. The doctor checked me again and I was only 2cm dilated! They wanted to send me home again, and I started crying. Immediately after the doctor left the room, however, my water broke! I always say that Colin knew I was upset, and he decided to move the process along.
I stayed, and got my epidural right away. I thought I was going to do it without pain meds, but after spending all day in pain, I took them. My family came in, excited, all taking bets on when the baby would arrive, and his weight. It was a lot of fun; there was excitement in the air. They all slept in the waiting room, and my mother and I had some quiet talks about motherhood at 3am. Finally, at 5am, I was ready to push, and after an hour of pushing, Colin Phillip was born. He was 8lbs, 1.5oz and 21 inches long—just gorgeous— and my little miracle!