This was all around 10am. I didn't know if I was in labor or not. I just felt
sick.
It kind of would be more intense sometimes, but it was hard to tell if I was having a contraction or not. We called a nurse who said we should probably just go into
the hospital.
I called my mom to let her know we were headed there at about 1pm
ish. I arrived at the hospital and I wasn't for sure I
was in labor I almost told Brent to take me home because I would be embarrassed
if I really wasn't. I sat in the car another twenty minutes or so, I kept telling him I just had the flu. It was a sick achy feeling. I wasn't in a ton of pain, and everyone told me I wouldn't be able to walk and talk through my contractions when they were consistent.
Finally, Brent talked me into just getting checked out. I walked up to the labor and delivery still in my pjs. The nurse was shocked that I was dilated to a 6+ and soon as I was checked again an 8! I was going to
go fast they kept telling me, The nurse was awesome and I asked her if she could come with me to be my actual nurse for my delivery. She called my midwife who was on the way. She kept encouraging me to go natural and I wanted to
because it wasn't that bad at all of contractions, but something was telling me I would
want the epidural for latter so I hurried and got one while I could. That was worse then the contractions! Felt like fireworks popping in me. I am pretty sure I clawed that awesome nurse of mine.
By the
time my midwife got there and they were done giving me the epidural, I was a 10 and time to
start pushing. The epidural was not bad I could still feel everything just
without pain I was surprised that pushing wasn't too bad. But then the clock
started to keep passing without a baby crowning. Three hours I was pushing like
this. I was surprised and scared as to what that meant. I over heard the
midwife say that he was posterior. I knew what that meant saying oh no
what now... By this time the epidural was wearing off since we had turned it off a long time ago thinking the baby was going to come fast.
My midwife called in a Dr to do a vacuum and it got really intense fast.
The vacuum was extremely painful. The Dr wasn't very nice telling me I had a
small pelvis he wouldn't fit and my uterus was wimpy. As I pushed with a
vacuum and a worn off epidural I felt like he gave up on me from the get go he
threw his gloves off saying I was to have a c section. I was bawling at this
point specially since he called my uterus wimpy lol. Told him no I wasn't
having a c section I could do it. He left and I told my midwife I just
needed to calm down. She let me rest a little threw some contractions and
turned my epidural back on.
She came back with my awesome new nurses and I was
extremely ready to mad push that baby out we were not having a c section. 
Almost 5 hours of pushing I finally got him out posterior at 8:52pm. We were all surprised he was 9lbs 4oz 21inches! But with him being so big, and posterior I tore bad. A painful 3rd degree tear all the way through.
It was awesome though having my
hard work pay off and having him after all that! Brent and I just scooped
him up wet and all as soon as he came out. I was thankful I listened though and
got an epidural with that tear and everything at the end. Brent was awesome the
loudest person in the room cheering me on, holding my leg and helping the midwife
he was loving it. We both were crying a little. James was very alert and quite as soon as he was laying on my warm skin. Staring up at his mom and dad he had just met.
The Dr had to come back to sew me up and it took him almost an hour. I loved my labor and delivery nurses they were great with me
so positive and getting me water as soon as I had the baby. I could feel the
spirit in that room. We were praying through the whole experience.
Overall it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I didn't feel much pain. I remained calm and positive. My worries and fears were washed away with our prayers.
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