My baby boy was born 5/20/2016

My birthing story is kinda strange to me. I went to my OB doctors that monday for a check up on monday and my baby had flipped from head down to feet down. My OB doctor got worried and so did I. She got a appointment the next day for talking to the hospital doctors. I went to the hospital and they didnt have my appointment at all. So i called my OB doctor and they didnt pick up. I called the next day and told them what happened. So they called the hospital again and made another appointment for thursday. I went to the hospital Thursday and talked to a doctor and they told me I need to be induced to make sure my son wouldnt flip again. They told me I could stay there now or come back at 8pm that night. I told the doctor that I would be back at 8pm. We went to lunch since I wasnt going to be able to eat anything good till after my son was born. We went home after that and packed everything I thought we would need. Made sure our two dogs were going to be taken care of while we were in the hospital. Right before we went back to the hospital I started having small contractions and didnt realise it at all. Once we got to the hospital they put me in a room and told me I was starting to dilate. They induced me and put this balloon thing in me. They gave me a epidural and gave me a catheter. The catheter hurt so much that it was hard to sleep. The next day may 20th my due date for my son. I basically didnt due anything besides the nurses come in and out of my room and check on how dilated I was. So my mom and my friend rachel show up. My boyfriend really didnt want them there, but I did. So its time for me to push and they get into a argument. They have never really gotten along because of how my mom treats people when she drinks. But besides that. Thwy get into this argument right before I start pushing. Which made me cry. And they didnt realise that I was getting stressed which stressed out my son. The doctor comes in and tells me its time to push and when she says that I just start crying because I cant believe that they would just argue when Im about to have isaac. My mom storms off. My boyfriend asks me if I want her in the room. And I said yes its my mom. Who wouldnt want there mom with them when they are trying to push out a baby. So he calls my mom on my phone and tries to get her back in the room. And mean while there are a shit ton of nurses and the doctor asking me all the same questions that they have asked me for the past day. Like wtf you have my chart in front of me. I shouldnt have to answer the same questions a million times. I even remembered what order they were in so I answered everything within less then a minute. And my doctor told me to wait to push till she was "ready". I told her that I couldn't wait for her to be "ready". He wants to come out right now. I only pushed for two hours.oh and when I was pushing I got sick and threw up the chicken broth soup that they let me eat. But it was all worth it in the end. He is a gorgeous boy who is probably going to break some hearts when he gets older. He weighed 7 pounds and 4 ounces. His height was 21 inches. And I couldnt ask for a better baby. He doesnt cry unless he wants his bottle or to be changed. I was able to get him to latch on right after he was born.