9 days later, but better late than never. I was induced twice and really had begun to think that I would never 'go into labor' on my own. I was wrong. My due date according to dr's was Sept 10th, So when I had consistent contractions starting around 1 pm on the 2nd, I was skeptical. I would call Andy and say what do you think we should do? I decided that night to just go to bed and if this were the real thing it would wake me up. Well, at 3:30 am, they woke me up for good. I tried to be polite, tossing and turning in bed til 5 am. Anyone in labor knows how biding time in pain goes. Real fun! At 5 I hopped in the shower to see if it slowed things down or if this train was moving along. Since I had the time, I blowdried and straightened my hair. My last attempt to look decent in all those lovely pictures Andy just loves to take.
I called mom at 6 and said, you better start heading up here, it's the real thing. Yeah! I tried to wait the 3 hours for my mom to get here, an hour later we were in the car on the way to the hospital. I was contracting every 2-4 minutes, awesome 45 minute drive. God knew just what I needed! He's so good. My midwife was there which is pretty sporadic and ended up being the biggest blessing. She checked me and I was between 4-5 cm dialated. She told me we would have the baby most likely by morning sometime. I won't get into gory details, but this was my hardest labor because the baby was posterior. A comforting thought to me during labor, was Mary a young teen, in a stable, terrified, no creature comforts, having Jesus. How could I really complain? After an hour of pushing, I actually got to reach down and welcome our little boy into the world.
Andy balled, I screamed ( I'm sure politely), and we are loving our precious little guy. Even the middle of the night feedings are so special.