Monday was the day it all really started, around 6:00 I started having contractions every 6 to 10 minutes, nothing to painful but getting more intense then they were over the past couple of weeks. All day Tuesday I was having them but nothing consistent until 3:00 hit and from 3:00 to 6:00 pm they were almost every 5 minutes and becoming more intense so I finally decided to go to the hospital and see what was going on, I took myself so we didn't have to bring macie and then come home if nothing was happening. I got there and they checked me for an hour to see how many contractions I was having after a good 30 minute moment of hard contractions every 4 minutes the nurse checked me and said I was 5 cms. We are going to admit you it is probably happening tonight. Called Mark he took Macie to the Onofrychuks and then he came to meet me at the hospital. In the meantime my contractions decided to slow down and were now every 15 minutes however strong when they came. After about 2 hours of waiting the doc finally came for what I thought was to break my water. She checked me and said I was only 4 cms and because they had slowed down I was not in active labour. She sent us home with the thoughts that the baby could come by tonight or in a week from now. I cried the whole way home I so desperately wanted this pain to be over with and I was so excited that I was going to meet my son or daughter that night and that hope was taken away. We decided to leave Macie at the Onofrychuks as it was midnight and we didn't want to wake her up. When we got home I knew I was not going to be able to fall asleep so I went and did the hardest 30 minute walk on my treadmill ever, as it could help to bring on labour. Finally by 1:00 am I got into bed and fell asleep around 2:00. At 4:00 I woke up to a very hard contraction and all of a sudden my water broke. I leaped out of bed excited beyond belief that this was finally going to happen. We were so happy we choose to leave Macie at the sitters. When we got there I had 2 hours of strong contracting then they checked me and I was only 5. Really that is it I knew then that this was going to be a long day. Around 7:00 I finally got my epidural and contractions had slowed down again, by 8:00 the doctor came and she had to re-break my water as it had sealed back up. I immediately went from 5 to 6 when she did that. By 10:00 they checked me and I was 8 cms but they were slowing down again. Around this time I was noticing my contractions felt a little painful I thought it was pressure and I was getting ready to push but when they checked me again and drained my bladder I felt everything. Then I had a strong contraction and felt tons of pain. I knew something was wrong so they did the cold test and I could feel it all. Lovely 8.5 cms and my epidural had wore off. They came to administer more but could not get it to take effect the next hour of going from 8.5 to 10 was torture and pain I was not expecting. Around 9.5 to 10 they had to give me oxytocin as I was contracting but not dilating. Once they did that the desire to push came fast and I was not ready I was wanting a pain free labour and was faced with the reality that it was not going to happen. It took me 30 minutes to push the little man out but it was the worst 30 minutes of my life. Every time I pushed it felt like someone was taking a blow torch to me. I almost gave up and was struggling to breath at one point but somehow from somewhere I found the strength to push one last time and he finally came out. I was so stressed and so relieved by the pain being over I had forgotten that we didn't even now the sex of the baby. Mark said he totally forgot too, he was so stressed that something was going to go wrong with me or the baby that when they told us it was a boy we were both like oh right we don't even now what it is. We both cried and they placed this big beautiful boy in my arms and I was in love in seconds. When they took him to weight him I looked at him and knew out of the three boy names we had picked out (Wade, Kyle, and Reid) that this big 9lb 6 ounce brown haired baby boy was suppose to be named Wade Thomas Hunsperger. When they pushed out my placenta they told me it was one of the biggest and healthiest they had ever seen. It was kind of weird to feel proud of that but I was. He is now 6 days old and the sweetest "little" guy on the planet. I call him my little buddy and I am so smitten with him.
