I'm going to tell my story in reverse: My precious Trista Joy arrived on the 24th at 3:20 25min. After arriving to the hospital for the third time in less than 24hours. I'm grateful we are both okay and doing well, but pretty ticked that despite this being baby#7 for me no seemed to believe I was in labor and we almost didn't make it to the hospital. First time I went in I was having a lot of contractions but not much discomfort so just wanted to know how dialated I wad. I was 2 cm. Which was same as it had been at doctors office, but after the exam I was definitely cramping more so I think she had stirred things up. We came back 7 hours later because now I knew I was in labor as intensity had increased and I was 3 cm. They made my family wait in a tiny room for 3 hours in the middle of the night saying I needed to go home because I wasn't progressing. We live almost an hour from the hospital. 7 hours later the pain is too much to stay at home so we head to hospital as I swear over every bump and wind in the road (I don't normally swear) being pissed that I knew I was in labor and why wouldn't they believe me. I was only 6cm when I arrived to hospital, but being that daughter arrived 25 min later that is proof that #s don't mean everything. Trust your body and don't be afraid to be your own advocate!