left the hospital at a few days before) but my contractions were very regular at about 2 - 3 minute incremements. They monitored me for a while and encouraged me to go upstairs, walk around and come back when/if they started getting stronger.
The next morning I woke up with pretty strong contractions but not entirely convinced they were anything. All day long, while watching General Conference, I labored with painful contractions about every 3 - 5 minutes. I refused to believe that I was in labor since there had been so many days of "false" labor. I hadn't eaten all day and was feeling pretty nauseous. At around noon I finally decided to go lie down on our bed. After laying there for about 30 minutes, my contractions had slowed to about 5 - 7 minutes apart, convincing me further that this was more prolonged false labor. I decided to get up and maybe go on a walk and as I stood up, my water broke all over the floor.
I yelled to David just as I felt an extremely strong contraction. Within a minute I was hit with another extremely painful contraction. I told him we had to go NOW. David got all our things together really quickly and put William in the car while I yelled for him to hurry. My contractions were coming every minute or two. I told him we didn't have time to drop off Will at our friend's house. I had to go to the hospital because I felt like I had to push. He got there rather quickly where I was greeted with a wheelchair and sped off to drop off Will and come back. They took me straight to labor and delivery where I insisted I needed to push. After checking me they concluded I was only at 7 cm so I asked for an epidural. The best part was that my sassy nurse, Yolanda, got in my face at this point and told me I needed to "chill out" or else I wouldn't get the epidural - I was freaking out at the pain and how fast this was all happening.
|on our way home - can't wait for my belly to not look like I'm pregnant anymore.|