I was at a friends house around 6 pm on Thursday February 8th 2007. My contractions started up and I just thought they were Braxton-Hicks contractions so I ignored them. Around 9 pm I went to the bathroom and noticed I was spotting a little bit. So I started to time them, they were about 6 minutes apart so I ended up telling Josh, my boyfriend. They were getting a little bit stronger so I went back home since it was a half hour drive. I waited till around 10:30pm to tell my mom. She didn’t believe me. She said wait till 11 then we’ll make a decision. Well 11pm came around, and I wasn’t in much pain but the contractions were about every 4 minutes. She still didn’t believe me because I could walk and talk just fine. It pissed the hell out of me so I basically told her screw off and I was getting my boyfriends mom to drive me to the hospital. So my mom said fine we’ll go but your not in labor. I got to the hospital around midnight and, well. I was definitely in labor. Dilated at 4 almost 5cm.
They got me into a labor & delivery room, and I called some people. The nurse broke my water around 2am. It was so disgusting. The baby ended up having a bowl movement when the water broke so there was an internal monitor on his head. They wouldn’t let me walk around or anything. It hurt a lot, but not that much where I needed medicine to take the pain away. I ended up dilating another 3 cm in about 10 minutes. Yeahhhhhh, that hurt. I pushed for 10 minutes and he came at 4:32am. I don’t remember him screaming or anything, I went off in a totally different world or something. I guess they cut me then I tore even more, and got a 4th degree tear, which is the worst you can get. I was getting stitched up for 45 minutes. It sucked. Anyway, I named the baby Travis Michael.