OK, so this day last year.
1a - Awoken by contractions again. Walked a lot, watched a little TV, slept.... not at all.
6:30 - Dan wakes up and asks if he should stay home again. I replied with, "No I'm sure it's nothing. This feels just like yesterday and I don't want you to waste another day off. Go to work." He says, "OK, but call me if you need me."
10a - Contractions subside a little and I get a nap.
3:30- I'm on the phone with my friend Katie and my sister Sarah. "Do you think I can take anything just to make myself a little more comfortable? I can't believe I'm going to have to live like this until Friday. This kind of hurts." Both of them say, "Why don't you just call the doctor and see what they say." "I don't want to do that. They are just going to tell me to go to the hospital and the hospital will send me home after a couple of hour. That is really embarrassing and I just don't feel like anythings changed." They finally convince me to call the doctor and sure enough I'm off to the hospital.
4p - My sister Sarah picks me up and away to the hospital we go. I don't even think I brought much with me I was so convinced they were going to send me home.
4:30p - They don't send me home. This is actually happening. I call Dan and tell him to come home. But drive slow he has plenty of time.
Somewhere in here they break my water. I swear you could have surfed on that stuff.
6:30p - Dan arrives and I kick Sarah out. Sorry Sarah. I don't want any grief about other people not being able to be there.
10p - Pitocin drip started due to lack of progress. Apparently because of all the extra fluid Quinn's head wasn't pushing down to help speed things along. It was still floating. Imagine that. I still had more fluid in there?
11:20 - I finally break and ask for pain meds. The poor lady had to get out of bed and come to the hospital just for me. Sorry.
11:40p - I rest comfortably intermittently chatting with my husband and puking my guts out. Who knew, I think I was having a reaction to the pain blocker.
2a - I start pushing.
3:09a - My little man is born.