I woke up at 8:30 in the morning to go to the bathroom, and as I was walking back to the bedroom I felt a gush of warm water going down my legs. I was very excited and new right away what was going on. My fiancé (Long) was still in bed asleep. I said, "Honey, wake up...look." Long woke up and was staring at me wanting to know what was going on. "My water broke," I said.

Long jumped out of bed and got dressed. He asked what we should do and I told him that I wanted to go to the hospital. As Long was running around getting my hospital bag packed and getting dressed I was trying to stop this water from running down my legs. I felt like a water fall; it would not stop. I sat on the toilet and waited trying to figure out what to do next. I had no pads and the water would not stop. I thought of putting on a diaper but they obviously wouldn't fit. I finally loaded up a bunch of toilet paper and put it in my underwear, put some towels on the passenger seat of the car and went to the hospital.

We were both pretty silent on the way there, I don't know about Long, but I couldn't stop thinking about this little baby that was soon gonna be in the world. It took us a half an hour by the time we got up till we reached the hospital.

I had my first contraction at 9:00 a.m.. It wasn't bad; it felt like a cramp in my back. (Hard to explain unless you've been there.) It seemed like every other woman wanted to have their babies on the same day, so we got to wait in the waiting room for 15 minutes-- that is, until I saw my ob/gyn. She took one look at me and said, "What are you doing here?" "I'm in labor," I said. Dr. Cha laughed and said "Another one? It's gonna be a long day."

At 9:15 I was put in a really nice birthing room (with a rocking chair, lazy-boy, double bed and a shower). Dr.Cha examined me and said that I was 6 centimeters dilated and 80% effaced. 15 minutes later I was 8 centimeters dilated. I was told I would have fast delivery.

At 11:00 the contractions really started to hurt. We had decided that we would go for a natural delivery. I tried walking around, getting my shoulders massaged, even had a nice shower but all that seemed to make the pain worse.

I only had to push for 1 hour and 15 minutes; I won't say the embarrassing things that happened while I was pushing but those of you who have children probably know. The one thing that I did not want to happen was an episiotomy, but sure enough Dr. Cha said, "I'm gonna have to cut you." "Oh no your not!" I yelled. "I have to," she says, "your starting to tear." She went and cut (man that hurt, I had to have a lot of stitches and I could hardly walk without help.)

At 5:33 p.m. I got my boy. Logan came out screaming and kicking. He was 7 pounds, 3 ounces and the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.