So this was it. I was really going to have a baby. I felt relief that we weren't going home this time without Avery and also less embarrassed for coming into the hospital with such pathetic contractions. Oh and what's more: I didn't pee my pants earlier in the day! My water had totally broke. And it didn't break all over the front seat of the car like Kyle had feared.
What they figured is that I had a small, high tear in the bag of fluids and that's why I only had a little water that leaked. I would find out later what it was really like to have your water break.
The epidural was great. The nurse was able to turn up the pitocin to speed things up a bit and I started dilating more. Avery was turned slightly face up however, so I had pretty intense lower back pain even with the epidural. I didn't mind this too much though because I kind of felt like since I was in labor I should feel some pain. Like it was cheating to be totally painless maybe? At any rate, I was able to tell when the contractions came because the pressure on my tailbone would get really intense.
A couple hours after the epidural, I felt something that I worried was the baby coming out. Turns out, it was my water breaking. It broke. And it broke. And it broke. Whenever I thought it was over, it just kept coming!
It's very surreal to realize that your body is doing exactly what it should be doing and you have absolutely no control over it. No matter how ready I felt, I could not stop or start labor at any point. I had no control over the situation and yet my body still knew just what to do.