I started having pains, not even contractions per se, Thursday morning, and by the afternoon, they were quite painful pains. But they weren't really like any of the contractions I'd felt up to that point, so I was still hesitant to believe it was labor. By 5pm I started timing them, though, because they were quite painful and beginning to come fairly regularly. They were 8-12 minutes apart and 1/2- 1 1/2 minutes long. I still figured they'd fizzle out, but by the time the kids went to bed, I was running out of cuss words to scream through each contraction, so I thought it might be real labor. Finally, by 10, I couldn't take the pain much longer, so even though the average time between contractions was still 6-7 minutes, I called the doc and he gave me the go ahead to go to the hospital! By the time I got there about 11:30pm, I was dilated to 5 cm and 90% effaced, so it WAS real labor! Halleluia!
I got my wonderful epidurdual, which left me still able to move and feel pressure, but no pain, and by 5am was nearly ready to push. The doctor got there and at 5:30 we went at it. At 6:02 my sweet baby girl was born. Please meet:
PIPPA JANE ELEANOR
7 LBS 10 OZ, 19" Long
And 100% sweetness
So happy you are here, sweet girl. Hopefully God won't hold all those swears against me and your daddy will forgive me for telling him he drives like a grandma on the way to the hospital. (But seriously, though, stopping at a yellow light??).
Welcome to the family!