On memorial day I started to have contractions around 12:30 PM at work! At first I didnt think anything of it, I thought they were just normal contractions like I've been having on and off, around 1:30pm they became more constant, 10 mins apart. Little after 2pm I called my fiance and told him to come get me now! When we finally arrived at the hospital and before I could get officially checked in, I had to be checked, i was only at a 3 almost a 4 and now my contractions are about 6 mins apart. I had to walk around for a bit, walking hurt worse, I walked around for about 35 mins and when they checked again i was dilated to a 6! It's about 4 o'clock right now. They brought me to the delivery room, I sat there until about 7 and got the epidermal. Once it was in the pain was gone from the waist down and I was much more relaxed. I layed there attempting to take an hour nap but couldn't fully fall asleep, too much adrenaline going through me along with meds, I was shaking as bad as a dog shitting razor blades. All of a sudden I started to feel this pressure like I had to poop but I know I didn't have to and it was hurting. The nurse asked if I could still feel contractions and I said idk what I'm feeling but it hurts and feels like I have to poop but I know I don't. So the nurse looked and I was already dilated to a 9! It was 8:30pm and it was time to push! I had everyone leave except my fiance, mom, and if my sister wanted to stay she could. My little brother who is 10 years old was trying to start problems and my aunt was trying to stay too... 2 nurses had to kick them out and escorted them to the waiting room. At 9:07 PM my baby boy Ronin was born. I had pushed for 30 mins and he was here. It was unbelieveable, so much was going on and all I saw was this beautiful baby on my chest as tears ran down my face with joy. I was still on meds and pain and joy that I saw my fiance go towards him and he went to my mom and was starting to cry. I knew something was wrong so I'm panicking a little and asked twice in a stern voice what was wrong and they finally told me that his first breath was too much big for him to handle that he had made some tears in his lungs so he had to go down to NICU. They let me hold him and give him a kiss before they took him down. I was being stitched up during that time I had torn a little in 3 different spots. Later that night around midnight I got to go see my son for a sec, he was on oxygen and an IV. Through the week he was able to stay off oxygen, his blood sugars went up and down for a couple days, then his sodium levels were low. Finally by 4 o'clock Thursday his blood sugars were good, sodium good, breathing stayed good. They unhooked his IV and by late afternoon Friday my baby boy got to come home. We have had our follow up appointment and he is perfectly healthy!