I laid on the sofa, I did the dishes, I straightened my hair, I tossed and turned trying to watch some ridiculous infomercial and eventually texted my mom that I was having contractions and really uncomfortable. She told me a few positions that would help, but I spent most of the night half sobbing half deep breathing with my forearms leaned against the wall. Around 7 I called the OB's office and told the nurse that my contractions were now about 5-7 minutes apart and I was really uncomfortable. She told me to go ahead and go into Labor and Delivery to get checked out, but it sounded promising and to make sure I brought my bags.
I waited around a little more, trying to make the morning as relaxing as possible. At 7:30 I "woke" Chris up (I have doubts he slept at all that night) and told him what the nurse said. He asked if we needed to bring our bags and I said "oh, the nurse said to. They'll probably send me home though." He raised an eyebrow but didn't even question my blatant panic ridden denial. What a smart man. We got in the car, texted our parents and best friends and walked in. They asked me about my contractions and put me in a bed immediately. I was 6 cm dilated. They broke my water and gave me an epidural, then my contractions slowed down so they gave me some Pitocin and they picked back up.
I took a nap for an hour or so and begged for ice chips. At around 2:30 I started pushing and Lily Danielle was born at 4:07 pm. She weighed 8 pounds, 7 ounces and she was 20.5 inches long. As soon as they laid her on my chest, I burst into tears. I was so relieved that she was here, safe, and perfect that I just couldn't stop it. I kissed her all over her tiny face and handed her to Chris. I fell in love with him all over as I watched him rock her, gently wiping her face with the receiving blanket.
Happy birthday, Liliford. Boogerbutt. LDJ. It's been the best 12 months of my life.
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