I was scheduled to be induced on April 03 2002. I am a type II diabetic, and the doctors were afraid that Jayden would be to large. By that time I was 38 weeks, and couldn't wait to have my baby in my arms. I was huge, bloated and Jayden was sitting on my sciatic nerve, so my back and neck were killing me. me and Jayden's father, Glen, arrived at 8:30 A.M. on the dot. We were both so excited to have and see our little one. I eagerly changed from my street clothes into a hospital gown, and waited for the doctor. By 12 p.m the doctor arrived with the tampon like drug to induce me. he told me the drug was a lot slower than pitocen or the gel, but it would be safer for me and the baby. It didn't matter I figured, I would have Jayden by the 4th at the latest. Boy was I wrong.

Twelve hours went by, and another doctor came at midnight to insert another "tampon". I forget what it's called, sorry. Anyways, he took it out, and I started to have contractions. Everytime the nurse came to check on me I would show her the strip and ask her if the cramping I felt were contractions. I had a few big ones, but nothing to cry about. So, we slept that night, impatient, but uncomfortable. Me in the labor bed, which killed my back because of the stupid cushion thing under my butt, and Glenn on the cot for expectant fathers. We didn't get much sleep because I kept waking up to pee, and walk around. Finally around 2 a.m or so the nurse came and gave me a sleeping pill. I got about 3 hours of sleep out of it. Still, no contractions.

So, bright and early on the 4th, after breakfast, and strapped to an i.v, we walked around the hospital. The doctor had just given me another installment of the drugs to induce labor, and I thought, "great, this is the day my baby will be born!" Yeah right. We went downstairs, and I bought some magazines, and whatnot. I couldn't walk to much, I was too tired, so we went back up to the labor and delivery ward, and I sat in this heavenly massage chair. I was kind of pissed at Glen cause he's a chain smoker and kept leaving me to have a cigarette. Every time I left people would think I was a single mother and feel sorry for me and offer to get me water and blankets. I just grinned and beared it till Glen would walk in, kind of embarrassed that strangers had to look after me.

Most of the day I just spent walking up and down the hallways, and listening to all the baby's coming into the world except mine:( I was having contractions, but they were irregular, and not very strong so I knew I wasn't progressing fast enough. All I knew, was they were NOT going to send my ass home. But by midnight, I knew what was coming. The doctor first entered the room, to see my huge ass up in the air. No, we weren't getting a quickie in or anything, but I had a lot of pressure and my back was aching. It was getting very hard for me to walk. So after having a good laugh at my big butt, the doctor advised me that they would either send me home, and try again later, or I would have a c-section. Inside, I wanted a c-section desperately, but I wanted to know how Glen felt. We decided on the c-section, so they decided to move me to one of the patients' rooms.

Damn, that bed felt good. I felt like I was laying on a cloud after 2 days and nights on a labor and delivery bed. It was 3 A.M., and about 3 hours after they removed the last tampon things, when I started to get contractions real close and strong. I kept falling asleep between contractions, but would wake up breathing like a choo choo train. I was like, "now I go into labor???" Shoot. Anyways, the nurse came to check me, I nearly kicked that b!tch across the room. She kept rolling her eyes at my pain, and pissed me off. Anyways, I was all swollen, sore, and unwilling. The nurse asked me, "do you want a c-section?" as if that was gonna scare me after almost 30 hours of labor. "Hell yes!" I said, cause I already made up my mind. So, they let me be, and Glen went home to get a little bit of sleep, and I slept peacefully after that.

My c-section was scheduled for 10 A.M., and they started to prep me around 8. I couldn't have any water, and of course when you can't have something, thats the time when you want it the most right? Oh well. The O.R prep room was cold as hell. I didn't have to change or anything, the nurse just took my blood pressure, and whatnot. Then I got my spinal, didn't hurt, and I wasn't nervous, since I have been around needles all my life. It was kind of weird to feel the spinal fluid run down my back. Soon as it was done, they made me put my legs up, because the drugs took effect almost immediately. Cool. Then they escorted Glen in, and he sat next to my head. The doctor asked me if I could feel anything, and I said no. At 10:13 a.m on April 05 2002, my lil man, Jayden was born. Soon as I heard him cry, tears ran out my eyes. Oddly I didn't turn to look at him, instead I was looking into his father's eyes. Awwww. Then I saw him, and I was like, "Damn he's white! ha-ha and he looks just like his daddy".

So, yeah, I had 3 days of recovery. It was all right. The pain wasn't to tough, and I was walking by the next morning. By Monday I was home with my lil man, and all is well.