Well, let me just say that this last week has been busy. As you know, I was expecting a baby and I was due June 13th. I had an OB appointment last Wednesday morning and while I was there I had a talk with the Dr about what I wanted for this delivery. With the last three deliveries, I had to be induced and I didn't want to be induced this time. I really wanted to go into labor on my own. Well, while I was at the doctor's office, the Dr. suggested that she strip my membranes to possibly help get things going. Dr. H. said it could be right away or not even work at all, it was a gamble, but at least we were trying to do everything possible to help me. I left the office and acme home, nothing was happening. I just knew that I would have to endure that procedure again as painful as it was, but to get what I wanted I would do anything. Brian came home from work around 5:30, we sat down with Charlotte for supper (the other girls were with my mom going to Bible School) and I felt a pain. After supper and while Brian was getting ready for church, I had a few more pains but nothing consistent or painful so I took Charlotte outside to play. It was about 7:00 and Brian was getting ready to leave for church when he asked me if I wanted him to stay home with me. I felt pretty good, but with the circumstances, I thought it would be good for him to stay because church is 20 minutes away. Brian napped on the couch while Charlotte and i were out side playing and I packed a bag for the hospital just in case. Around 8 p.m. Charlotte and I came in to get Brian because it was time to leave to get the girls from Bible School. We left the house at 8:10 and within a 10 minute span I had 3 contractions, so I called my mom and told her we were heading to the hospital because I thought I was in labor. I didn't want to take a chance seeing as I was 4cm in the office. After my husband drove 80 mph to the hospital, we got there around 8:45, went straight to L&D to get checked in and I immediately asked for pain medication :) I was hurting pretty good by this time. I was contracting about every 3 minutes and begging for medication but the nurse was taking her time getting me admitted, my IV started, and to my room. FINALLY around 9:30 I was moved to my room and I was STILL begging for pain meds and the nurse checks me to see how far I had progressed and I was 8 cm and she just looked at me with pleading eyes and tells me I have progressed to far to get an epidural O_O. You gotta be kidding me, I am screaming at the nurse and begging God to help me cope with the pain as I endure contraction after contraction. I had no idea that I would progress so fast. I remember the doctor walking in the room and me telling him I felt like the baby was coming and the nurse asked me if I was sure. I wanted to reach up and smack the crap out of her but I couldn't let go of the bed rail. While Dr. P was getting dressed, the CRNA came in and they were talking if there was anything that could help me with the pain. After a few minutes of them discussing options Dr. P asked if I could roll to my side to get a shot or something that could possible help, but he felt like I was going so fast that the shot wouldn't have time to work. Dr. P asked what I wanted and I told him I wanted to push. Dr. P told me to push if I needed to and when he checked me and I was 10 and complete and he could feel the bag of water. I started begging him to break my water because in the past it usually sped thing up. Dr. P asked if I was sure if that was what I wanted and I said yes. I heard him ask for a hook and I was having a contraction and started pushing and my water broke!! Thank you LORD, I felt better as soon as it broke but I was still begging God to help me! I can't explain the difference in the pain, it still hurt but it was a different hurt. I heard Brian tell me to push and out she came!! Immediate relief flooded my body, I was so overwhelmed with emotion, and shock. Shock that I had just experienced natural child birth and all the emotions of giving birth. I just birthed my 6th daughter into the world and gave her life........very overwhelming. I wanted to see Stellah so bad, she was in the little warning bed being checked out by the nurse and finally the nurse brings her to me, my little miracle from God, so tiny and small. Stellah Louise Cooper, born May 30th 2012 @ 10:06 p.m., weighing 6lbs 15oz's, 19 inches long.