48 hours of hard LABOR! Part 1 of Labor and Delivery

Oh my goodness, it has been so long since I have blogged. I really wanted to be able to share my story of the birth of my sweet Mason. Well, not just the birth but a whole couple days leading up to his birth. It all started on September 2rd I had been having such a strange day and was feeling completely weird about something, I couldn't put my finger on it but one thing I did notice is that my baby was not moving as much as he should have. I kind of brushed it off my shoulders and thought to myself well maybe he will start moving if I lay down, drink some juice, nudge him a little ect.I felt a few kicks and jabs that day but nothing significant. After having everyone in my family tell me that it wasn't normal and persisting that I should go to Labor and Delivery and have a non-stress test done just to make sure he was doing okay and his heart rate was up and that he wasn't stressed out. Sure enough my sister and I headed to the hospital where I met up with Ty. At first I was a little nervous cause I was like "What if they decide to keep me and we have this baby tonight?!" We were getting a little anxious! They took me in a room where they monitored him for about a half hour. It was quite funny because the nurse kept telling me I was having a lot of contractions but low and behold I couldn't feel them. The nurse never checked me to see if I was dilated but they sent me on my way home any ways. I was a little disappointed but I guess they only have room for people who are in true labor. The next day was Labor Day and I woke up feeling that strange feeling that I had been feeling the day before, except for a little bit worse. This time I could actually feel the pain of the contractions but they were way too far apart only having a few within a couple hours. So I figured I would just go about my day and go to the Iron county fair, walk around and do what I do best and just wait it out. By the end of the night after we had got home I was starting to feel these contractions getting very close together about 8 min apart and to the point were I had to stop and breathe through them but as the night went on the contractions were getting further and further apart about a half hour apart from each other. I thought this was very strange and by the next morning they had completely went away. I did my research and everything that I had pulled up on the internet said that it wasn't that normal to have that bad of contractions and then all the sudden have them completely diminish. Once again I went about my usual day... by Tuesday night September 4th I was having pretty bad contractions again, which started in the middle of the night. I started timing them and they were around 6 min apart. These contractions were getting very painful so around 3am I woke Tyler up and I flat out told him " I think this is it, grab everything and lets go to the hospital!" We got to the hospital and I had the same nurse  as I did a few nights before. We did the normal monitoring but this time she checked me and I was dilated to 2cm. Of course this was not good enough for them, and supposedly they were so busy that night with a handful of women having babies and of course she sent me on my way.....HOME and told me not to come back until my contractions were 3 or less minutes apart. I was so frustrated and in tears due to the fact that my contractions had gotten so bad and I had never felt that pain in my life before. On Wednesday September 5th my contractions were still about 6 min apart. I decided I didn't want to do anything that day and just lay around and let nature take its course, since that's about all I could do. It was a long day of taking hot baths and trying to get some sleep since I practically got no sleep in the last couple days. Tyler had worked that day so I just sat at home alone bearing through these terrible contractions thinking I was possibly going to die. The whole day the contractions were still around 5-6 min apart and I kept thinking to myself " I can't go in until they are 3 min apart" but at that moment I seriously couldn't take it any longer, but I did... by the end of the night I started to feel the contractions getting closer and closer together. On September 6th I had the most rough night any body could possibly imagine that day. Tyler was such a sweetheart and stayed up with me holding my hand through every contraction. We started timing them around 4am and they were 4 min apart. We were finally getting closer. Tyler and I agreed that we should still wait until they were closer together. By 5am the contractions were right on top of each other, literally about 20 seconds apart. I had never been in so much pain in my entire life, and this is a pain that you cannot describe to anyone who has not been though this. Let me just say it was pure HELL. I kept telling Tyler that I felt like I was going to die! Anywho, around that time i thought I should try to eat some food because they don't let you eat anything in the hospital until after you give birth. Well to say the least, I couldn't eat one bite of anything because the contractions were literally making me want to vomit. At 5:45 am I couldn't take the pain any more and Tyler and I grabbed our bags and we rushed to the Hospital. It was a long walk to Labor and Delivery because I had to stop every minute because I was having a Contraction. Lets just say I am glad it was early in the morning when no one was at the hospital cause I looked like a complete lunatic! We finally arrived to labor and delivery at 6:00am exactly, they got me all hooked up for the 3rd time, they checked me and bless my little heart I was dilated to a 6+ the nurses were in complete "awe" of me because they said being a first time mom and going that far without an epidural was CRAZY! They said the rarely see this happen and were giving me praise. At this point I was just so excited cause I knew this would be the day that I met my sweet Mason boy! To be continued....