I’m laying here, house dead asleep & ive decided its time to tell my last birth story. I’ve struggled with writing it because it’s almost like it solidifies it’s truly my last story to something in my life I enjoyed every minute of, being pregnant. SO here it goes...

I found out I was pregnant when my 3rd son was just 4 month old. 😳 We didn’t expect to get pregnant so fast but it happened. Pregnancy went great but dr had me on progesterone shots to avoid premature labor since I’m in my mid 30’s & got pregnant so quickly after my previous.

On May 30th, I start to feel pain from my groin to my knee. The next day it was shooting down both legs BUT it was my sons birthday. He was turning one the 31st and we were celebrating the 1st so I ran around & blamed it on that as I was 37 1/2 weeks already. That Sat the 1st we ran around all day setting up & preparing for a party & hosting. I had the same pain down both legs & back was aching bad!!! I knew that day though that I wouldn’t make it past that week.

I wake up at about 2:30am Sunday morning June 2nd to contractions. Don’t think much of it since I’ve had Braxton Hicks for well over a month BUT I go to the bathroom & I have blood. I wake up my husband & tell him but we go back to bed since my contractions aren’t so bad or even close together. I keep waking up though due to them. At about 4:30 I need to pee again & have even more blood. I’ve never had that before so I call my doc. He says it’s normal & I know the drill for when I’m 4-5 minutes apart or water breaks. GOT IT! No brainer... WELLLLLLLL!!! Not even 5 minutes later I jump to 4-5 min apart!!

I wake my husband up AGAIN! I tell him I’m 4-5 he shows NO interest & says he can sleep at least 2 more hours. I ignore him & keep talking while preparing bags for ALL 3 of my boys to go stay with my aunt & a bag for me for the hospital. Literally during this time though I jump to 2-3 minutes apart!!! I’m frantic now! I call my aunt tell her I’m taking the boys to her & call my sister to tell her I’m in labor & I’ll call her once I’m at the hospital & they tell me where I am. This is at 5am!! Meanwhile my DEAR FUCKEN HUSBAND still isn’t out of bed!!! I start telling him in a louder tone to get up & get ready. He starts with his crap that he doesn’t think I’m in labor. Now I don’t know if it was a trigger from my first labor (cuz my ex did that to me) or I was just irritated by him but next thing I know I’m screaming like the exorcist to GET THE FUCK READY AND LETS GO!!! We finally drop off our kids at about 6:30. I decide I want to go to the other hospital my doc delivers at. We head there only to have a road block. We take a detour only to find out there is no access to get there unless we go all the way around & back track. I say forget it & let’s go to my original hospital. Little do we know that the road blocks go all the way across town & we can’t get over. We are like in a never ending maze we can’t get out of. I’m frustrating & pissed! We finally find another traffic cop & ask how to get across AGAIN BECAUSE IM IN LABOR! He finally tells us that the only way is to back track & take the freeway. That means we have to go all the way around the city!!!! BUT we do it because what other choice do we have.... my hubby is speeding at this point!

We get to the hospital finally ONLY to see that the drop off area is blocked off for construction! So we have to park in the parking lot AND walk all the way around to get in!!! I get out the car & leak down my leg!!! I can barely walk from the pain!! It’s shift change so nurses are piling out of the hospital & some offer to help while others say they’ll see me later. We go through the maze of construction walls & finally make it inside. The security ask if we need a wheel chair. He didn’t even finish when I say yes!!! My husband wheels me up to L&D! They do their blah blah intake. I’m taken into a room. By now it’s 8am! I change & the nurse checks me. I’m 8cm!!!! And in sooooooo much pain!! What should’ve been a 15 car ride & 5 min to get up to L&D took me an hour & half! I immediately tell my nurse that I have no pain tolerance & need pain meds. (I’ve had an epidural with all my deliveries) she says she needs to get blood work done first! My husband calls my sister & lets her know to get there! My doc walks in 10 FUCKEN minutes later & all I can say is “HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IT HERE SO FAST?!” He looks at me like I’m crazy, dismisses my question & checks me. I’m 9cm! It’s 8:10 or so by now. Nurse asks him if there’s time for meds & he says no because I’m moving along too fast. I’m yelling & screaming, saying no! I have no pain tolerance & need something. My husband is standing next me asking if I’m ok. I’m cussing him out in Spanish telling him no & to get out of my face because this is his fault. I’m aware now that most of my yelling from the pain was out of anger toward him that I was even feeling it at all. My dr sits down & asks if I’m feeling any pressure. I say no. He says ok good & instructs the nurse to let him know when I do & leaves. Well on my next contraction I feel it & when I say you can’t fight the urge to push, man you can’t!! You just have to!! And it feels like you’re constipated with a watermelon up your ass!!

I was terrified & wouldn’t open my eyes! Each contraction that was less than 30 sec apart I would scream & push! They were scrambling trying to set up the room. My husband tells me he can see the baby’s head & a nurse tries to close my legs saying to wait because they aren’t ready & the dr isn’t there. I yell at her not to touch me! While another nurse tells me not to push! I tell her not to tell me what to do. Then suddenly my dr is next me. Yes next to me, NOT in front of me. A nurse is still trying to get my legs up & I’m screaming at her not to fucken touch me!!!! The dr says no one is touching me & I tell him, yes she was just touching my leg trying to move me. No one puts a finger on me after that & he tells me to push & not scream on my next contraction. I’m not having it. I’m in so much pain, feeling like my ass is about explode & I’m pissed off! Next contraction comes & my little man is out!! 8:22am!!!!! 8.13lbs & 21 inches... Abel is here! My sister walks in at 9am so hurt & upset that she didn’t make it. But he was on his own plan!

Ladies when I say I don’t know how those of you do it willingly MULTIPLE times without any pain meds, I truly mean it because I will never again & am thankful this was truly my last because if I hadn’t planned on it, this labor experience would’ve made it my last without a doubt! It was the experience of a life time that I wish on no one!!! I’m barely forgiving my husband although I’m sure much of it isn’t his fault BUT I still blame him! LOL!! And although he’s my last it’s been hard for me to share this story because it makes that decision real in my heart now & it does make me a bit sad because I enjoyed every second of being pregnant. It’s an amazing & magical experience. We make life ladies! We make the world go round!

This is him just a few weeks ago. He’s growing fast!

Thank you for reading! Happy growing to all those pregnant, baby dust to all those trying!