So I am currently 10 weeks PP and I am FINALLY able to write down my birth story. My original due date was May 21st, and my friends and I joked that he was going to be a Gemini (they really didn't want my son to be 😂). Another conflict that we had was my best friend of 14 years was away in Florids until Sat, May 18th. My friend even told my son, "Don't come before I come home!" And it turns out he listened. My contractions started on Saturday, early morning, very light, very bearable; however, I did wake up to them because I had never experienced this before. They kept me up til 5am and I eventually fell asleep. I did move around because I did doubt they were real and I read if you are moving and they don't go away, they are real. Side Note: I had been losing my mucus plug the previous week, but thought nothing of it. The contractions stopped throughout the day and I thought it was false labor, so I just ignored it. Sunday morning, around 3am, I was woken up by contractions AGAIN, and stayed up until 6am this time. I was texting my mom saying that I think they were real because they were 5 mins apartment and a minute long. I did move around to see if they were real contractions again. However, doing all of the moving and such, they were still bearable. They did continue throughout the day, but I just kept going along like nothing was happening. Eventually on Monday morning, AGAIN AT 3AM, they got a little worse. I had to focus on them and lightly breathe through them. I did also flex my toes to kinda distract me. Luckily, my boyfriend had off that day, so we were going to get a lot of stuff done that day, or so we thought. Not knowing if I was going to have my son or not, we packed everything just in case. We first visited my car, because it was being fixed. The entire ride, I had to grip the "Oh-Shit Handle" and breathe through the contractions. By this point, my mom and my boyfriend were suggesting calling the nurse line and asking what we should do, but I was stubborn and didn't listen. So, we saw the car and eventually stopped by his grandparents by 12pm. And again, I had to breathe through the contractions, grab the handle and focus. At this point, my contractions were 5 to 4 minutes apart, lasting like a minute and a half. By a certain point, at 2pm, I was suffering a bit too much, but I put on a show for his grandparents. I was literally smiling and talking through each contraction, but was suffering. Luckily, my boyfriend saw how much pain I was in and made up an excuse to leave. So we left and went to a Wawa (go Jersey!), to grab water, fill his tires and grab gas. Another side note, it was the hottest day of the year, so I had a bag of ice on my lap and a huge water bottle with me. By this point I was getting a little worried because I hadn't felt my son move in a bit. I was still texting my mom and talking to my boyfriend about what I should do, and eventually I did call the nurse line. They did tell me to come in, so we headed to the hospital. Now at this point, my boyfriend is freaking out, but I am pretty calm. The entire pregnancy people kept asking me if I was nervous and I would always say, "I'm just going with it", which I did, even in labor. We arrived at the hospital around 3:30pm and I was admitted at 4pm due to my son's heartbeat decreasing. (I was 4cm when I arrived) We got moved into a room, and my mom arrived a few minutes beforehand (she had stayed home because of everything happening on the weekend. And ironically my sister and dad were in the hospital too because my sister was getting in IV for her ulcerative colitis). Everything was eventually set up, I met my nurse (who was cool as shit btw) and got to meet my doctor (who I was supposed to meet for the first time the next day! She was on maternity leave, so I never met her). I was asked what my plan was and all I did was, "When I feel like I need the epidural, you bet your ass I am getting the epidural". So my goal was to always get the epidural because fuck pain 😂 The doctor did come in again and broke my water for me, but nothing came out. I did feel a pop, but she doubt if she even broke it! I did reaffirm that I indeed did feel a pop. She assumed it was due to my son being SO LOW that his head blocked the fluid from coming out. (Sidd note: That is indeed what happened and eventually at birth, everything came out) At some point, idk what time anymore, my doctor came back in and saw me crying due to contractions (not dramatically, just crying because idk why tbh, I just was), and she said to the nurse, "Well what are we waiting for, she is crying! You want the epidural right? Let's get you it before you have more pain". (The doctor was cool as shit too). I was all for it, but felt kinda defeated because I didn't feel as if I was in enough pain to get it. Now this is an important thing, I was 5cm before the epidural. I got the epidural, that was smooth sailing, really didn't feel the pain tbh, because I was always thinking, someone has it worse, I'm not that bad, it could be worse. Once I was all settled back again, I was told to get some rest, so I did...for like two hours. At around 9pm, I felt like I had to shit REALLY BADLY, but I didn't know this was my body pushing! My doctor came in a few minutes after and said I was ready to push! I was kinda in disbelief because I dialeted SO FAST! Side note: IM A FTM!! So I was a little nervous at this point, but still kept my cool. The stirrups didn't want to go up, so my mom and boyfriend had to hold my legs for me, RIP. I pushed for an hour and a half, may or may not have cursed at my boyfriend and may or may not have yelled at the ring of fire (because lemme tell ya I could still feel what was happening). I was asked if I wanted to feel my son's head, but I declined because I felt that would get my off track, and I just wanted to focus (I kinda wish I did feel his head, but I did truly just want to focus). After what truly felt like only 10 minutes, my son was out! Didn't need to push the shoulders, only his head (THANK GOD!). Immediately my boyfriend broke down in tears. My baby boy was placed on my chest and he picked his head up, looked around with his eyes open, and placed his head back down. The doctor was surprised by his actions 😂 I don't even remember delivering the placenta, I just know the nurses were pushing on my stomach. Unfortunately I did feel some of the stitches, but was so focused on my baby that I didn't care. Apparently, after I was moved and everything, I was the talk of the ward! Anyway, I'm sorry this was SOOOO long, but I didn't want to leave out a single detail!

Oliver Daniel B. was born on May 20th at 10:06pm (during Family Guy!).

^ Me being admitted

^ my two sexy boys together

^ my son now at 10 weeks!

I hope you enjoyed my story, I really loved looking through them when I was still pregnant. It really encouraged me and kept me calm. I hope you have an awesome delivery like I did. Good luck mama!