What felt like an eternity after my due date baby finally made his entrance into the world.

On October 1st around 5:00am I woke up to what I thought was my routine stomach cramps and poops. So I get back in bed and ignoring the cramps until suddenly one came on so strongly I jumped out of bed. I started timing them. They went from 5 minutes to a minute apart in 30 minutes. Figuring I had a lot of time I started to finish packing my hospital bag but decided to take a shower. After 30 minutes in the shower the pain started to get to much and I got out. I couldn't move to get dressed between the contractions and started moaning. I called SO to come over at 7:44am. My grandmother and my sister tried coming in the bathroom to check on me because I woke them up and I screamed at them to leave me alone slamming the door shut. A third time the bathroom door opened and I start to get mad and try and shut the door but it was SO. He's in full panic mood. He wanted me out the door with no shoes, no purse, no hospital bags, no phone call to the midwife. I had to tell him to calm down your panicking which was me yelling involuntarily. Luckily the hospital is a five minutes drive down the road. We got to the hospital around 8:30am and my midwife just happened to be there training a new midwife. She ushered me straight into a delivery room, she thought I was about to have the baby in the hallway. She checked me, I was only 5cm. I ask for pain meds, I honestly felt like my hips were being ripped apart, turns out it was back labour. I thought if I was going to be in labour for anywhere near as long as my first i was not gonna make it. I was in tears crying for my midwife to please hurry with the iv. I was given a shot of fentanyl, it did not take any of the pain away, just made me drowsy. She puts shots of saline in my back and it took the back labour pains away thankfully. But my contractions where so strong still I asked for an epidural (something I never thought I'd ask for as I have a very high pain tolerance) she checks me I'm a 9 almost 10cm dilated already, I cry and say okay I can do this. She calls her second, but my cervix won't go that last half centimetre. She offers to try and stretch it but I scream at her to get her hands out it hurt too much. They give me a half dose of fentanyl and they think my labour stalled because I go quiet. But it just calmed me down from my panic and I was able to concentrate, I was trying to push during contractions but it just wasn't happening. I start crying again, I don't want the fentanyl to wear off because I can't get another. The midwife tells me to get up and try to go pee because that's probably what was keeping me from that last half cm. I get to the toilet and sit down. I start involuntarily pushing, my midwife panics a little telling me I can't push I can't have baby on the toilet. I tell her I can't stop. She tells me to at least stand up and hold on to the sink. I say no. Finally she pulls me forward off the toilet and tells SO to hold me up. Three pushes and baby's born and they sit me back on the toilet with him in my arms at 11:17am. I had second degree tearing and a minor labia tear but it was so worth it. My little pumpkin was absolutely worth it. He still has no name but we're working on it.

My sweet little pumpkin baby

9lbs 1oz

21.5 inches

Oct. '17 Babies!