When I had my son, Adrian, he was born five weeks early. Since it was my first pregnancy, I didn't realize the pains I had had in my back for two days were actually labor. I had mountains of energy and was scrubbing my living room carpet so I thought maybe the pain was because I was overdoing it. All night, the ache in my back continued.
At 6:30 a.m., I called my mom and told her what was going on and that I hadn't been able to sleep all night. After three premature births of her own, she knew right away what was going on.
My doctor met us at the office at 7:30 a.m., and after he monitored me, he sent me to the hospital because I was definitely in labor. They tried several different medications to slow down the quick progression of labor, but there was no stopping Adrian. At 3:40 p.m., despite efforts to slow things down, I gave birth to a four pound, 13 ounce baby boy. Fortunately, we were able to leave the hospital together in two days and he remained healthy throughout the months of two-hour feedings and mommy fret.
Adrian is now a healthy, happy eight year old. He loves cars and karate, and is still as impatient as the first day we met! He is now anxiously awaiting the birth of his baby sister, Adrianna, in November. We are all overjoyed, but I will be ready in September, just in case she follows in her big brother's footsteps and comes early!