A dreamer...and a birth story

Philip and I have a good friend who has been given the gift of dreams. I asked her last Sunday if she had any for me concerning the birth of this baby. She laughed and said, "we'll see what I can do". Just a few days later she called and reported a dream that she believed was for me. It was a blessing and a gift for me. She believed that the dream meant that I would give birth 3 days from Tuesday (which would have been Friday, June 12th). In the dream there was also a recurrent theme of waiting and the number 3. She also was impressed with our need to get to the hospital early.
The dream as a gift to me. When you get down to the last week of pregnancy my anxieties lay with if the baby will ever come. I begin to get nervous that the baby won't come and I might have to be induced. So this dream gave me a renewed sense of faith that this baby will come naturally.
Well, Thursday (the due date) came and I began to feel a bit of "stirring". Then Friday came along with even stronger stirring. It was beginning to be a bit frustrating because I never experienced this with the other kids. My labors just started. By the end of Friday, I had tried to stay on my feet as much as I could. I baked cookies and walked 2 miles in hopes of moving things along.
So when I awoke Saturday morning at 5:30 with that same (but a tad stronger) annoying contraction/pain, I was frustrated. I couldn't get back to sleep so I piddled quietly through the house and then decided to take a shower. I had my mind made up that I was going to have this baby today. My idea was to head to the hospital, get "checked" out and possibly discuss having my water broken in hopes of bringing on the real deal. By the time, I had my plan set and I realized that I could actually time these contractions. I told Philip that I think my contractions are sporadically about 5 minutes apart so I wanted to head to the hospital just to be on the safe side. I fully believed that we would be sent on our way to walk the streets of Durham for few hours but I was fine with.
Our dear friend, Jesse, arrived at our house around 6:50am. Ryan and Emma were awake at this point. They were excited to see Ms. Jesse for they knew that meant the "baby is coming today". We headed to Durham calling the Dr and our parents on the way. I suggested to Philip that he run through a drive thru to pick up some breakfast. He declined, thankfully! As we got closer to Durham, Philip clocked my contractions at 1 1/2 minutes apart. I still didn't really believe him and was fully prepared to walk the streets of Durham.
I purposefully checked my watch as I was being wheeled down the hall to my labor room; it was 7:45am. The nurse gave me a gown and said she would be back in a few minutes to "check" me. I could feel the intensity of my contractions getting stronger as I expected since I was no longer in the car and was safely at the hospital.
So somewhere between this picture and a few minutes after 8am. I told Philip to find the nurse because I needed to know what was going on. I could tell the baby was coming close.
Thankfully, she heeded his call and must have remembered that this was #4. She quickly came into my room and discovered that I was "fully dilated". The doctor came in right behind her, confirmed my status and asked if I wanted my water broken. I eagerly said, "Yes, please. I am so ready to have this baby.". What seemed like an eternity to me but was probably only about 4 pushes, we caught first glimpse of our new baby boy.
I was truly in shock at how fast things progressed. The wait was long for labor to begin. However, when it started, it's amazing how things can change in just an hour.