I haven't posted anything on here since midway through my pregnancy, but I know that it gave me hope to come and read the stories on here so I thought I would post mine. Sorry it's a little long. We discovered our first DD was breech at 36 weeks, she refused to budge so we were stuck with no other option then to have a c section. So this time around I was determined to have a VBAC. When we knew for sure that she was head down we were beyond thrilled. It was only half of the battle, but hey it was a good start as far as I was concerned! At 37 weeks my doctor had me set up a "just in case" c section so that we would have an end point. DD number one was almost 2 weeks early, so as my due date of August 20th grew closer and closer I became more and more worried that this little one would not come on her own. Due date came and nothing. I was a good 3 almost 4 cm dilated and 90% effaced, but that had been the case for almost a week. Not only was I frustrated, but my doc seemed a little discouraged too. She practically threw her hands up in the air and said she had no idea why I had not had this baby yet! Well apparently those were the magic words. At 3:15 the next morning I woke up to an incredibly painful contraction and headed into the bathroom. Well 15 minutes later I had another pretty intense contraction, but sitting on the toilet seemed to actually help unlike laying in bed. My doctor had told me only to call about going in when my contractions reached every 5 minutes for an hour. But after the 3rd contraction I knew that was not going to happen. At 4am I had my 4th contraction and instantly became nauseated and began throwing up. I yelled for DH to go wake up our DD and call my mom to tell her we were on our way. I didn't care what the doctors said, we were going to the hospital! By 5am we reached the hospital and were placed in the triage unit for 2 hours so they could monitor and determine if it was really labor. At 7am the nurse came in to check me and she had decided that I had not progressed at all and they were going to send me home. Luckily there was a shift change and the nurse coming on noted that my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and that she would feel better if my actual doc came and examined me. Hallelujah, because at this point I was in tears and begging for an epidural. At 7:40 my doc arrived, quickly checked me and informed us that I was almost 7cm and would NOT be going home. They immediately started getting me a room in L&D and at 8:00am we on our way upstairs. I knew that things were going quickly, but I didn't realize just how quickly. Once we were in our L&D room I instantly wanted to use the restroom and once I was sitting down I didn't want to move. I felt like I was pushing when a contraction came but in my frazzled state I assumed it was just pressure. When the doc came to the room at 8:10 she insisted that I come out of the bathroom to sign the papers for my epidural. Apparently I wanted the epidural bad enough that I was able to get up and walk out for that. I got into the bed just in time for another contraction and I knew right away that not only was I pushing but DD#2 was on her way out. I informed my doc of what was happening and she assured me the pushing sensation would go away once I had the epidural. She told me she would be back in an hour and headed for the door, and I began to panic. I screamed at her that I was pushing and screamed for DH to come and help me. That got her attention and she ran to the bed to check me. I don't remember to much of what happened after that, but at this point the doc was yelling out the door for more nurses to come in, yelling at me not to push until she had gloves on, it was total chaos. But 4 pushes later at 8:25am our DD made her dramatic entrance into the world. I could not believe that I had done it and now a week and a half later I still can't. It was without a doubt one of the best feelings ever to know that I had done it. I wish everyone else the best of luck for a easy and safe delivery!