Narrative Entry #1 Giving birth to Noah

The early morning hours on May 29, 2013 started off fine. I was feeling a little bit of pain, but nothing too crazy. Five AM came and the pain started to get a little stronger, and closer together. My husband Chris was sound asleep, for he had to get up for work in 2 hours. My other two children, Jordan and Trinity were fast asleep because they had to get up soon for school. I start pacing around the house not knowing what to do. I never went into labor on my own. I was feeling scared. Was this really contractions? Is this really happening right now? I thought I was ready, but now I’m nervous. All that kept going through my head was “damn this doctor was right on point with my due date”

Now the pain is coming on every five minutes. I knew it was time to awake Chris. I proceeded to go down the long dark hallway, not wanting to turn lights on because of Trinity and Jordan still sleeping. I went in the room to wake him. Now, for those that know my wonderful husband know that he hates being woken up before his alarm goes off. I sat on the bed. “Babe” I said. I received no response. I started to shake him. Finally!!! “What do you want?” he asked. “I think the baby is coming” The look on his face was like he wanted to beat someone up. “I’m serious babe. My contractions are five minutes apart and I’m going to have this child today. “Go back to sleep” he proceeded to say. “It’s the morning of your due date, you exaggerating”. I could have killed him for saying that. I begin to get my black yoga pants on with the leopard print on the waste band and a t-shirt. “Where are you going?” he asks. “I’m going to the hospital to have this baby with or without you.” I replied. “OK! I’m getting up, but this baby better come today if I’m missing out on money”

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