Hey folks! Our little Emma has arrived!
Last Friday (Jan 8) I came home from work and my back was killing me (along with my feet looking like Fred Flintstone's), but it had ached off and on over the week so I didn't think much about it. We went out to eat and I noticed the back pain was a dull constant ache, but that it would get a little more intense every now and then. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.
I woke up Saturday morning and my back was still hurting, but not the worse pain I've ever felt. A friend of mine who is a L & D nurse sounded concerned because the pain fluctuated. DH and I timed them and they varied from being 5 minutes a part to 20! I finally called the doc around 3pm and he said it sounded like false labor since I didn't think my water had broke (keep in mind I had gone to the doc the previous Monday and wandered if my water broke, turned out I was just tinkling on myself, fun, fun). I relaxed with a tiny glass of wine to see if that would stop the "false" contractions. It worked for a little while, then after dinner the pains were back and much worse. I tossed and turned in the bed and could not get comfortable. Finally at 11pm I turned to DH and said "We have to go NOW!" Of course he wasn't moving fast enough to get everything in the car, ha!
The ride down had to be the worse part! The contractions were horrible!! Every 2-3 minutes! I tried to keep myself occupied during the intense moments: locking and unlocking the doors, rolling down the window, etc. DH later told me later he thought I was going to jump out of the car (which I almost felt like at one point!). We pulled into the wrong parking lot since the signs were a little confusing. To make things worse, the parking lot we were in had no open doors around it! I prayed so hard at that point for God to please help me get inside and DH ran around to locate an unlocked door. He eventually got in and let me in. We hurried to the L & D area and I told him he would have to fill out the paperwork. I sat down in the waiting area only to have another (bad) contraction come on and I yelled for DH. I then got up and found myself a wheel chair and put myself right in it! My doc (who I absolutely love!) came out and jokingly stated "So I heard your doctor told you not to come in." I wanted to laugh but had no energy/ability.
The nurse wheeled me down to the delivery room so I could change and I told DH to call my mom. The doc then came into examine me only to discover I was at 9cm!!

My first reaction, "Can I still have some drugs?"

Next thing we know, there are 10 people in there running around, asking me questions, talking to DH, etc! Pure organized chaos! As the nurse gave me a local anesthesia I was ready to push and get this thing over with.
Long story short (too late, I know), we checked in at 11:55pm and Emma was born at 12:14am, 6lbs 5oz, 19 1/4 inches. She is healthy and perfect and we are so grateful to have her here!
Thank you all so much for the chats over the past 9 months! I hope everyone has a radiant pregnancy!!
