Birth story continued... We walked through the labor and delivery doors after briefly getting lost in the hospital and the doctor greeted us with 'are you ready to have a baby?!' which still shocked me that that's why we were there. We were escorted to our delivery room, checked in and I was hooked up to pitocin. After increasing the amount, the contractions came closer together and began to get stronger. I walked the halls with Joel and my dad, eager to get labor going. Eventually I returned to the room and was checked - 5.5 cm. I decided I wanted to get into the tub for some water pain relief. Labor fog took over from there - my eyes seemed to stay shut and my focus was strong. My mind would occasionally wander to wonder if I was strong enough to do this - the contractions were so intense and close together and I refused any pain medications - but I constantly reminded myself, as did Joel, that I could do this. I was made to do this. I eventually got sick in the tub - poor Joel had to hold a waste basket and try to comfort me as I lost my stomach and suffered through contractions at the same time. Our nurse suggested breaking my water at this time, and only 15 intense minutes later I was 9 cm and began feeling ready to push. All moms will do an eye roll now, but pushing was intense and got more and more painful as it went on. Some sort of primal scream came out of me that I couldn't control. Joel and my nurse were so supportive and focused on me, and I was focused on breathing and pushing. Eventually I heard the doctor come in, which cued to me that it was almost time. She was almost here! The team coached me through the last few intense minutes and then finally I felt relief. She cried a beautiful cry and the doctor placed her on my chest into our loving arms and hands. Joel and I were overwhelmed with relief, happiness and joy. I couldn't stop staring at her. She was so little and yet so fierce and present - she was definitely our child! She stayed on my chest as we stared at her lovingly. Our little girl, yet to be named, stole my entire being. Within an hour of delivery, struggling to just move, I knew all the pain was worth it. I'd instantly do it again.