When we got there I was only dilated to a two so they had me walk around for a while. After about 45 minutes of walking I was dilated to a 4 and they admitted me. When they put in the IV they blew my vein on the first try and I think that hurt worse than any contraction, at least when it was combined with a contraction it was awful. We were then transferred from triage to Labor and Delivery, I was getting set up for my epidural and they had Bob leave the room. The first one didn't work but it was pure bliss after the second one. It was about 4 am and I was now dilated to an eight. They told us to get some rest (yeah right) and left us alone until about 6. Ezra's heart rate kept dropping and freaking them out, so they made me change positions a lot which is really hard when you are completely numb from the waist down. By seven they checked me again and I was fully dilated so they shut off the epidural (for Ezra's sake) and had me start pushing. About five contractions and twenty minutes later we had his head most of the way out. The doctor wasn't expecting him this quick and they made me stop pushing so the doctor could get some gloves on. The moment he came out and they stuck him on my stomach was the sweetest moment of my life.
I had my new little guy and Bob was in tears and we just kept wiping him off. I then spent the next hour and a half getting stitched up. Apparently getting him out so fast takes a toll on you. It was totally worth avoiding hours of pushing though.