6pm-10 pm June 22nd

It was apparent when I arrived at the hospital that I was definately having contractions. The moniter showed one every 15 minutes and they began to get stronger. My Dr. met us in the triage & all he said was "its over"! I shook my head showing that I understood. He admitted me into my room and explained that this was my bodies way of saying that I had an infection. My white blood cells had increased over the hours that I had been in the hospital so signs were pointing to an infection. The dr. explained that if I did not dialate through the night that he would have to insert something in my cervix that would force me to dialate. I did not want that to happen because infection or not I could not allow someone to force my baby to be born knowing he would die. My contractions at this point were every 5 minutes and it was difficult for me to concentrate. They tried to start an I.V. and after three of my veins blew & two nurses attempted they finally got it started. They gave me a dose of pain meds and I began to vomit so they then gave me something for nausea which also made me vomit. I remember at some point hearing Jason sobbing in the corner. The nurse tried to console him but there was nothing that could be said. We both knew that we would soon have to say goodbye to the dream that we had pictured. The little boy that we had named & planned a future for.