On July 14th, 2008 i was feeling horrible all day. I was cramping (getting Braxton hicks), had a thick snotty looking discharge, and my head had been hurting on and off. Something just told me that i needed to pack my bag, so i packed everything i would need for the hospital (ONLY TWO OUTFITS!!) and packed Q's bag. After that i laid down in bed watching tv. Some time went by and i was getting tired, so i was getting out of bed to get some sleep clothes on, then i felt a rush. I swore i didn't pee on myself, so i went to the bathroom and it kept coming out. Didn't smell like pee either. So i went and woke Brandon's mom up, and i called my doctor. The doctor asked if water was still coming out, she told me to keep walking around to see if i was leaking, and i wasn't. I told her how i had been feeling all day, and she told me to come in. So before i came in, me, Brandon's mom, his brother and sister all went walking in the neighborhood to see if it was actually my water that had broken and if i was leaking. So we were walking, and what do you know, i'm leaking.. my pants at the crotch are soaked. So we went back to the house, got mine and Q's bag, and got in the car. On the way there i was getting little contractions, and of course i had back labor. Horrible. So we got to the hospital and Brandon was there, went up to labor and delivery and got my room. The hospital was having like a baby boom because they only had one room left, and i got it. So i got situated, got my little gown on and the nurse came in. She checked to see if my water had broken and it had, and i was also 1 1/2 cm, so she was saying i'd be in labor for awhile. She gave me an IV because i was real dehydrated, then she put the monitor on my stomach, and i saw how i was having contractions, and saw Q's heartbeat. The nurse was worried because it was above normal, and then as i kept having contractions she saw how he wasn't responding to them at all. She then tried to tickle//move his head by touching him with her fingers, and he still didn't respond to that. Then she left the room, called my doctor and my doctor was there within 30 minutes. Before my doctor came in, the nurse was telling me how he wasn't responding well and they might have to give me medicine to speed up my labor or i might have to have a c-section. She left, and no one came in for about 30 more minutes. Then my doctor came in and told me how they had been watching his heart rate when my contractions came and said she was worried, she tried to tickle his head too, he responded a little to it, but not as much as she wanted and would be comfortable with. So she explained to me how it was bad that he wasn't responding to my contractions now because i wasn't even in active labor, i was only 1 1/2 cm so they didn't know what would happen once my contractions started getting more painful. Then she said she was going to go ahead and have an emergency c-section. My heart dropped, i was terrified, i had been preparing for a vaginal birth the whole pregnancy, then i'm told while in labor that i'm going to have an emergency c-section. She explained to me the procedure, the risks, but also the risks if i didn't have a c-section, and i started crying. After that, the doctor and nurse both left the room, and i broke down. I was so worried about Q, worried if he was okay, if he was going to be okay, if the c-section would hurt. Everything was running through my head, i mean i had just been told about an hour and a half earlier that i was going to be in labor for awhile and it would be awhile before i had him, and now i'm being told i'm going to have him within the next hour. They brought Brandon some scrubs to put on and his cute little outfit and hat, brought me my hat, and then we waited. They were originally going to give me an epidural in the room, but then they changed their minds and went ahead and said they were going to give me a spinal block in the operating room. Then it was time to go, the nurse walked me to the doors, and i gave Brandon a BIG hug, he told me everything was going to be okay, to be strong and he would be by my side in a second. I went and laid on the table, curled up into a ball on my side, and he started to give me the spinal block. Felt like a bee stinging my back over and over, and i started arching my back because it hurt so bad, i got 3 shots in my back, then they had my lay on my back again. They started prepping me, getting everything ready waiting for the medicine to start working. I started to feel my legs go numb, then i started feeling real nauseous. Lucky me, I had a big dinner before I came in, so I had a full stomach and started throwing everything back up. The nurse gave me oxygen and by then I couldn’t feel my legs or my stomach. I kept asking the doctor if she was sure I wouldn’t feel anything, then she said she was pinching me with a really sharp tool and I didn’t feel it, so I knew I wouldn’t feel a thing and relaxed a little. Time went by and Brandon still wasn’t in there with me, then the nurse went and got him. He came and sat next to me and held my hand and kept asking if I was okay, kept telling me that everything was going to be fine and to try to relax. For some reason I started telling my legs to move, trying to get them to move and they wouldn’t and I started freaking out. I felt paralyzed and it was the worst feeling ever, so I’m over here crying and freaking out while being operated on and Brandon’s just reminding me to breathe and relax. All of the sudden Brandon stood up, and had to camera up, and then I herd the doctor say he’s here and for him to look. They suctioned him out and he started crying, then she pulled down the cover in front of me so I could see him. I started crying, and Brandon was crying too. They took him over to get cleaned off, and then I hear the nurse say “well he’s not broken, he’s peein all over the place”, Brandon left me to go see Q, and then came back to sit with me. He said he looks fine, he’s tiny and he’s got long eye lashes. Then the nurse came and brought him to Brandon, and that’s the first time I got to touch my son. He was so tiny, and adorable. They took him a little after that to go to the nursery, then they told Brandon he had to leave for some reason. They finished stitching me up, and put me onto another bed and changed my clothes. They wheeled me back into the labor room where everyone was waiting, Brandon, my sister, my bestfriend, Brandon’s mom, brother and sister. My dad and his girlfriend were still on their way there (they live all the way in North Carolina so they were still about 2 hours away) The nurse gave me some shot which knocked me out for a little while. I didn’t get to see my baby til around 12pm, and I had him at 5:57am, so I was a little pissed off. Everyone was going back and forth to the nursery, they wouldn’t bring him into the room, and I couldn’t go see him til I got the feeling back in my legs so they could put me in a wheelchair. So I started lying to the nurse around 10am telling her I could feel my legs and I wasn’t numb anymore, just so I could go see Quentin. She still didn’t buy it, and I had to keep waiting. Long story short, he finally could come into my recovery room after they moved me, and I got to hold him for the first time. I was still really drugged up so I don’t really remember much about the first moments, but that day will be a day a never forget. I will always remember every detail, everything. He’s my everything.