Well, on Thanksgiving day at 37 weeks + 1 day I sat down to eat with my family and started cramping with some painful contractions, I timed them at 4 mins apart. They started to fade after a bit so I didn't think much about it, then they picked up again. They lasted over an hour so I decided to go to L&D thinking I'll most likely get sent home. I got checked and was 2cm, which I already was at my doc app 3 days before. The nurse said my contractions are "good ones" they were almost off the charts and she pretty much told me that she doesn't feel comfortable sending me home because she truly believed I'd be back the following day in full blown labor. The other nurses questioned her about it and she stuck to her decision to keep me. I got admitted and hours went by and my contractions got stronger and stronger, after a while I was 4cm and the OB decided to go ahead and break my waters and give me an epidural. Literally 15 mins later I was 7cm. Once I hit 9 1/2cm babies heartrate starting dropping with every contraction, then dropped lower and lower. All of a sudden the nurse said "We need help in here!" And nurses came running in flipping me from side to side. Then told me to start pushing since flipping me wasn't helping, every time I pushed his heartrate would shoot back up. I pushed for quite a while and the OB said he might have to vacuum him out because of my tiny pelvis. But he did an Episiotomy instead. My little boy was finally born at 4:20 weighing 6lbs 2.2oz and 19 inches long. His hands were black and blue and head was coned but he's still so perfect