39 weeks exactly, he is my third - first child is 8 years old and my second is just 20 months old. I went to bed last night at 11 pm and was having mild contractions. I figured they would go away as it's been all week of false alarms!

Woke up at 5 am on the dot to some pretty intense contractions coming every 5 minutes. I had diarrhea and figured again, false labour due to the diarrhea. I began to time the contractions though just in case this was the real deal! By 8 am, the contractions were every 4 to 5 minutes. I jumped in the shower to see if they would stop or continue. I had my bloody show and told my husband it was time to go! I was so nervous and scared of being sent home, decided to time them for another hour. I began to scream with each contraction so my husband said it was defiantly time to head down to the hospital.

Arrived at 925 am. Was checked asap and was 4.5 cm dilated. I cried thinking 'oh no... it's gonna be a long labour!' They took me right to labour and delivery and tried to get the epidural started. It did NOT work. They tried again. Again I felt everything. I was crying and screaming. Begging for anything they could give me. Nothing was working. By 1230 pm I was 7 cm and still in a ton of pain. Screaming with each contractions every 2 mins. Crying because nothing was helping. They tried to get another person to do another epidural but unfortunately they were assisting someone with a csection. Then contractions were every 1 min. Checked again and I was now 9 cm. Dr said it was time to start pushing. I begged her to give me anything. she told me there was nothing else they could give me. I screamed and by 111 pm my baby boy arrived. I couldn't believe it! I was crying so bad. The pain, I wouldn't wish it on my enemy! 5 nurses had to hold my legs open, along with my poor husband as I frailed around the bed screaming for someone to just pull him out!

Everyone meet Grayson! 7 lbs 1.2 ounces! My smallest of my 3 kids!