(The Delivery Story:)
The delivery went SO good. I was dialed to a 2.5-3 for weeks and there was no sign of progression. They offered to induce me a week before her due date...but I declined. This is my own personal opinion...but I feel like it puts a lot of stress on the baby when getting induce, so I wanted her to come when she was ready. Obviously if I passed her due date by 1-2 weeks, then I would have gotten induced. Anyways, her due date came and went...and FINALLY 3 days later I started having contractions at 3am (10 min apart). By 4am I decided to jump in the shower (my husband thought I was crazy because we should be headed to the hospital). By the time I got in the shower they started to increase and were 5 min apart. We called his parents to get Cole ready for school and onto the bus. They got to our house at 5am, then I realized I couldn't find ANY of my flip flops (Cole has this obsession of taking shoes and throwing them behind the TV, in the washer, in boxes etc. I didn't have one matching pair and I was yelling at the hubby to "FIND ME SOME NOWWW!!!", I found a pair, grabbed my bag and we were out the door! I got checked into my room at 6am & was dialed to a 5...they asked how bad I was in pain...I said a "6" & they couldn't believe I wasn't in more pain. I got epidural shortly after, and was at a "9" an hour later. They broke my water & prepped everything. I started push but she was turned sideways, had a shoulder cord & my contractions were only 5min apart, so they had me push 4 TIMES for every contraction. She finally made her arrival at 8am. She was BEAUTIFUL and that first cry that you get to hear is the BEST SOUND IN THE WORLD!!! Seriously, I think that is my favorite part about meeting my babies for the first time.