And so it begins....

11pm
Me: This might be labour. Or not. Do we even have a hospital bag packed?
Husband: The hospital said to wait until they are regular and they hurt. Try to rest, k?

1:13am
Contractions painful. 2 minutes apart.When did that happen?!
It's go time.
Husband drives the most heavily constructed road in the city.I feel every bump along the way. Mental note: Kick husband's butt at a later date.

2:20am
Contractions hurt like a son of a bitch. 1 minute apart.
Nurse: So I can see you are already in a great deal of pain. What is your pain control method of choice?
Me: Drugs. Whenever you're ready to give 'em.

3:37am
Contractions never end. Loop o' pain.
Nurse: You're doing great, Carolyn. Just keep breathing.

In the quietest of whispers, I respond.

Me: I can't do this. Drugs. Please. Now.
Husband: The anesthesiologist is on the way. It won't be much longer now.

In an even quieter voice....

Me: Please, I am begging you. I need drugs.
Husband: I know...I know.....

2 agonizingly long hours later.....

5:02am
Nurse: We are ready to go, darling. Do you feel any pressure?

Pressure?? No wait, we can't go. Where the hell are the drugs?! I'm scared.

Me: I need to get up. Bathroom. Now.
Nurse: Whoa, hold on....
Me: Arrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
Nurse: (in frantic voice) Stop pushing, Carolyn. The baby is here. Stop pushing! Call the Dr.!

5:06am
Contractions have stopped. A less than quiet scream emerges. She is here. I'm in love.

6:08am
Tea in hand, Nana and Meemaw in room, husband with baby, sister on the phone-wants to help with labour. Have to tell her the baby is already here. It seems the little one couldn't wait to meet us, too.