I always loved reading these when I was waiting for my little guy to arrive so I figured I'd share my story. My boy was in no hurry to show up so I was scheduled to be induced on the Sunday I turned 41 weeks. So, early Saturday morning around 2 am I woke up feeling odd, and realized I was having contractions. I started thinking "oh ok, sure just decide to show up one day before they make you show up". Had contractions all day, they were painful but nothing extreme, a little sporadic but definitely getting closer together and more intense. Mom finally talked me into going to the hospital about 8pm Saturday. They hook me up, see I'm having contractions, but check me and I'm still only dilated 2 like I was at my appointment the Wednesday before so my Dr told them to send me home. We go home, continue to have contractions all night and the whole next day. Sunday night I got to the hospital at 8 pm, all while having these contractions for over 40 hours already. Dr gets there, he checks me, I'm at at 5! He said he wouldn't be surprised if I had him in the next few hours.... WRONG. I got the epidural and then I just stopped progressing, I was stuck at a 7 forever. Finally Monday at about 12:15pm I was a 10 and it was time to start pushing. I pushed... And pushed. 2&1/2 hours later the Dr comes and says the tissue on his head is coming but his actual head isn't really coming any farther down. The nurse said I hadn't really made any progress in an hour. At this point I was just whooped. He said I could try pushing another hour, but he didn't know if we'd get anywhere. I wasn't about that. C section it was. Honestly, when I was pregnant I was all worried about a c section and didn't want one blah, blah, but, it was no where near as terrible as I thought it was going to be. They got him out, when I heard his cries I starting crying. The nurse said "oh, he looks like you mom" and I realized I left my frickin glasses in the labor room and I couldn't see shit so I couldn't even see him. Fail. Don't do that. Then they said he weight in grams, which meant nothing to me, until they told me poundage. TEN. Ten pounds 😳. Could have contributed to the not getting him out thing. But, he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on and now I know what unconditional love is.

Here he is first born

And here he is now, 3 months and 6 pounds later.

Thanks for reading, and good luck Mama's to be!