Pocs doesn't mean can't happen!

On May 4th 2017 at 7.56a.m I gave birth to the baby I thought I would never have. 8 pounds 10 ounces of joy.

At 12 o clock on the dot I started to have some very strong pains that felt like I needed to go to the bathroom but everytime I went nothing came out. I asked myself could this be it finally I was 39 +4 an praying everyday that I would have him any day now. On what felt like my millionth trip to the bathroom I saw I had my bloody show that when it hit me that it was really that time. Not wanting to go to the hospital to early only to be sent back I laid in bed watching Orange is the New black an timing contraction. Ten minutes apart I just kept timing waiting until there were 5 minutes apart never happen. When 3 o clock I got up took a shower drank some tea an waited for my ride to the hospital. My ride decided that sent I had a doctor appointment later that day that it wasn't a hurry to come cause most likely I was not in real labor. Little did he know. When my back up ride got me to the labor ward and in was checked at 7.30 I was 9 cm dilated an ready to push. Scared out my mind cause I had all these plans an idea pain meds being one I started to panic looking around I notice my so wasn't in the room or my mom I panic even more. Everything happen so fast an so crazy it's like thousands of broken images in my head I don't remember when there gave me the iv I don't remember when my water broke I just remember closing my legs an saying I can't do this. After my doctor an nurse got me back to a normal head space I pushed an pushed like I was going for a medal. Half hour later I had my sweet pea Kaiden Shealtiel Omar Smith. My li l island boy