Just the beginning.

     I gave birth to my second daughter, Payton, on August 8, 2010 at 10:23 a.m. She was 7lbs 6ozs and 19 1/2 inches long. It was the day before my scheduled induction (40 weeks 6 days). I was having contractions off and on for the past 3 weeks, but nothing painful until Thursday, the 5th. These contractions weren't regular or anything to make me think that I was in labor. Saturday, we went out to dinner and the contractions were a tad bit more painful, but I again thought nothing off it because of all the false labor I was having. I apparently labored all night long, around 6:30 a.m. I woke up to a pretty intense contraction, so I decided it was time to get up and get things done before my induction the next day. I started the stew meat for dinner that night and dyed my hair all while having contractions. They were intense and I had to pace back in forth telling myself that it'll be over in a minute. I also touched up the paint on my toes because I just wasn't in the mood to take the blue off to put the new purple I had bought the day before. My husband, Spencer finally got up and it was about 7:30am and I decided to take a shower and shave my legs or at least try to. I came down stairs and Spencer asked if he needed to get Samantha (my first daughter) up and dressed. I told him yes because the baby was coming today. We left the house and made it to the hospital (I kept thinking I was too late for my epidural) Willow Creek at around 8 a.m. Spencer had to take Sam to the waiting area because they didn't allow kids in the ER area. They hooked me up to the monitors and the contractions were really starting to hurt. The nurse checked me and I was at 2-3 cm dilated. I laid there for about 45 minutes and the contractions were now really hurting, where I couldn't breath through them and I WANTED MY EPIDURAL!! The nurse proceeded to tell me that they weren't even sure if I was in labor and that they couldn't give me medicine for the pain. I started crying and called Spencer and told him to call his mom. She came and got Miss Sam and took her to her house. Spencer came back and the nurse gave me an IV for fluids because she thought I was dehydrated and told the dr that. Well, as time crawled by I was screaming from the pain and embarrassing Spencer. The nurse came in and finally started my paper work and got consent to where I can have drugs. They gave me demerol and phenegren. I started throwing up and was in soo much pain. Finally the nurse came back to check me I was a 5. The nurse called the dr and they called the anesthesiologist. This was probably about 9:30 a.m. The nurses from the "floor" came and got me to move me to my room. I was screaming the whole time. The contractions were right on top of each other. I got to go pee and then climbed in bed. This foreign lady was trying to ask me questions, but I wasn't in the mood to answer and she refused to ask Spencer. I felt like I needed to go poop and the nurses helped me back to the bathroom, but for some reason when I actually told them what I needed to do they told me I had to go back to the bed. They had TWO nurses drag me back to the bed and pry my legs open to check me as my dr was walking in the room (not the person I wanted to see). They said shes a 10 and we're having a baby! I was like oh no we aren't until I get my epideral. It was too late! They broke the bed down, broke my water, and made me push with the help of the nurses forcing my legs back (if it wasn't for that I probably wouldn't have been able to do it by myself). I pushed twice. Out came Miss Payton with a head full of dark hair. I was shocked and so was Spencer at how quick it went. It hurt sooo much. I am seriously glad Payton is our last child.