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On the very early morning of November 2nd, I woke up thinking I had wet the bed, thinking, "damn I really had to go that bad?" Surprise!! My waters were pouring out of me. I wasn’t too concerned because I "still had two weeks left." Little did we know our son would be born just 17 hours later. I tried to rest after assuming my water broke because I was still certain it wouldn't happen today. There was no need to exhaust myself. I kissed my partner goodbye, and he headed to work. Several hours came and went, and I had what felt like period cramps and back pain. I texted my mom, letting her know I thought I might be in labor, and she came over with my sister. An hour later, I was in my bathtub, breathing through each contraction unaware she was keeping track of them. (I was still in denial that I was going to have this baby today.) An hour goes by of consistent contractions, 3 minutes apart, 30 seconds long, and slowly I'm realizing that I’m I'm probably going to have this baby today. At 10 a.m., I called my partner to come home; he couldn’t keep his excitement to himself. A few hours after that, my sister-in-law came over; she and my mom completely stocked my freezer, fridge, and pantry (a godsend). I highly recommend) and prepared an afterbirth meal. She kicked major ass being a doula I didn’t know I needed. Around 1 p.m., contractions were significantly more intense, and I couldn’t walk or stand through them. So I got into the birth tub. At 3 p.m., I transitioned, and finally, after many, many hours of intense back labor running on just a couple hours of sleep, at 6 p.m., my contractions were 1-2 minutes long and 2 minutes apart, and we called our midwife over. I could feel something and asked my midwife to check me, and that was his head on the next contraction. I tried pushing with everything I had, but I realized I was rushing him and my baby will come when he’s ready. I knew it was soon. I roared through every long, painful contraction until I felt him shoot out. I remember holding him for the first time and how elated, relieved, and in complete love I was. We did skin-to-skin right away, and a few pushes later I birthed the placenta. I had never experienced anything like the total bliss I was. I remember his little face looking around; he was so alert and curious. The whole room was filled with so much magic. It was the most powerful and sacred experience of my life. fully trusting my body, my baby, and the birth process. I chose homebirth because I believe in autonomy. to protect my peace. so I could allow Mother Nature to take over without anyone telling me how to give birth. I was able to give birth exactly as I had envisioned.