FTM all natural birth

So my son was born December 4 2017. I was 40 weeks and 2 days and so exhausted (plus I didn't want to go to work on Monday) so I was ready to get this baby out. We didn't know the gender so that was super exciting. I decided to go on a long walk and go up and down this steep hill a few times. After almost two hours of walking I went home, cooked dinner and took a bath. In the bath I noticed I was losing pieces of my mucus plug but thought that was just because I had been checked and did a lot of moving, even though I had been active through the entire pregnancy. Went to the gym on my due date and a man next to me looked terrified and asked me not to have my baby there 🤣. So after my bath I got ready for bed and set my stuff out for work, again praying I wouldn't have to go and hear everyone say "still no baby?!" Around 2:30am I wake up to a contraction which was nothing new. I had been having random contractions but they always tapered off. I got up and peed and tried to go back to bed. I kept getting contractions so I got up and woke my husband up who was sleeping on the couch since he said my maternity pillow took up too much room. I sit on the floor rocking back and forth watching South Park and timing contractions. They kept going for an hour every five minutes and were getting stronger. I called my OB office and they said wait another hour and call again. So I wait and start crying thinking I'm going to be a bad mother. My husband comforts me and I feel better. I wanted to eat something but just was feeling nauseous. I called back after they continued (my husband said I sounded too cherry on the phone the first time so I tried to sound more in pain haha). They told me to come in.

So now I'm freaking out. Get everything together and head out at about 5am. Text my boss and say I won't be coming in (yay!). The hospital is only about 15 min away so we get there and park the car (my husband is locking his gun away in the truck which felt like forever. Why he even brought it idk). So we go to the desk and there are two pregnant ladies in front of me checking in for an induction. They looked all pretty and happy while I look like shit. So I'm waiting and having contractions. The security guard asks me if I'm in labor and I just said ummm maybe. So they escort us up to OB triage. My husband sits in the waiting room and they take me back. Meanwhile the lady in the next bed is screaming and moaning and I am freaked out. All I want is my husband with me and I start to cry but hate crying in front of people so I pull it together. Nurse comes in and checks me and I am still at a damn 2 and 90%. I walk the halls for an hour and poop several times. Go back and I am now at 3 and 100%. Yay! I get admitted. Take about three hours to get to my room and finally we walk over to L&D.; My nurse was awesome. We get settled and she tells me they have to monitor me for thirty minutes before I can move around. It was awful sitting in bed. Finally I get up and just walk around the room. Ate some jello. Contractions are much stronger and about three minutes apart. I get in the shower which was AMAZING!i stayed in there for about an hour. At noon I'm checked again and at 6cm. They have me put a peanut ball between my legs. That shit sucked! I thought oh peanut ball sounds small. Nope! 15 minutes later and I walk around the room. Having back labor and really doubting this all natural thing. I sit on the ball and ask hubby to rub my back. He says "hold on let me open these crackers".

Anywho, at 2:15 pm I am really struggling. Feeling sick, shaky and lightheaded. They check me and I am 10cm. I pee one last time and get in the bed. I push once and immediately throw up. I dread puking and just thought oh hell no. Luckily it only happened once. I pushed again and baby's heart beat dropped a bit. The midwife (also named Hallie) broke my water and there was meconium so the NICU was in the room. They gave me oxygen and I pushed as hard as I could because I was so worried about my baby. 16 minutes later at 2:59pm my baby was born! They took him to be checked out and I was like WHAT IS IT? It was a boy!!!!

He looked great so they brought him to me and put him on my chest. I'm still shaking and all sweaty. He latched right away and chowed down for 90 minutes. He also pooped on me twice haha. I had a second degree tear which wasn't bad. Got some stitches while I nurses our son and thought of a name. We went with Elliott. He was 7lb 6oz and 20.5 inches.

I was up about 90 minutes after delivering him and we went to recovery room. I had to climb up on the bed because it wouldn't lower which wasn't fun but it was funny. I can't believe I did this all natural. A lot of it is mental and know you can do it! Here he is now at 6.5 months. 17lb 10oz and 28.5 inches.

It's not easy especially in the beginning but is so so worth it! Sorry this is so long!