
Here is the short version of the story for those who care:
Nov. 9 9 am: 38 week check-up; at a 2 1/2; doctor stripped membranes
Nov. 10 2:30 am: I wake up to contractions 8 minutes apart
Nov. 10 4 am: Contractions are 5 minutes apart and I wake Phil up to get ready
Nov. 10 6 am: I call my mom to come stay with Wade so we can head to the hospital
Nov. 10 8:30 am: At a 4 and finally admitted to the hospital; contractions still aren't too bad at this point
Nov. 10 9 am: My doctor breaks my water and contractions immediately get MUCH worse
Nov. 10 somewhere between 9 and 10 am (I am delerious with pain and cannot be held accountable for the time): Get epidural and the doc tries to figure out how much I need; I think I am going to die, literally; 3 doses later he finally gets it right (5 minutes before I start pushing)
Nov. 10 10:39 am: Sam has arrived and is perfectly healthy and I am so relieved!
Nov. 11 around 6 am: that 3 doses of anesthesia finally wear off and I can feel my toes again!