From the beginning

I am going to try and start this story from the beginning, since Alana is finally calmed down a little.

I wish to start by saying that Preston works 4 ten hour days instead of 5 eight hour days, therefore he gets Fridays off...yeah!!! Also, if you didn't already know we are both into the on-line game work of warcraft. Anyway, Friday Feb 27th early morning around 5 am I started feeling pains in my back. I wasn't quite sure what these pains were, the Brackston-Hicks contractions I had been feeling were a more tightening of my abdomen, not really pains...so I brushed them off.

Later that morning I discovered what "they" call show and started worrying a little. I mean she just became 37 weeks yesterday (Feb 26th) and is now officially full-term; so technically I know it is possible, but my mind started freaking out anyway. So, I finally decided to call the pains contractions and realized they were completely random; they were going from 8 min to 10 min to 5 min. The day went on and the pain didn't really progress much, which I was a little confused/ worried. My momma lives about 6 hours away and I wanted her to be there for the birth, so I wasn't sure of when to tell her to start driving.

The afternoon came and the contractions started to become more predictable....a solid 10 min apart from eachother. (The doctor told us to go to the hospital when contractions become 5 min. apart.) When contractions finally became about 5 min. apart I was worried that my momma wasn't going to make it in time and worried about what exactly is going to happen in the delivery room. At least, by going to the hospital when contractions were 5 min apart I thought I would have enough time to start to relax and get mentally ready to have a baby....silly me.

When we arrived the contractions continually became more painful, and I am honsetly considering an epidural. We got checked in and wheeled up to the apporpiatly floor and brought into a delivery room. One of the nurses checked me and said "she is 100% and about 7 cm". At this point I really start to freak out, not only do I not have time to mentally adjust and think about what I have to do but now I am even more worried that my momma won't make it.