May 6th 7lbs 10oz 21″long
She’s here! And we are relaxing and loving and just plain enjoying her.
So please forgive my slacking, but man I am tired, after four years of always getting a full nights sleep, waking up every few hours is killing me.
I figured after two weeks now though I should probably post some pics so great grandma can see her :)
So after forever it seemed waiting and waiting and having contractions consistently, going into the hospital twice, being dilated to a 5 and still sent home we were beyond frustrated– Dave’s parents actually came early to help us after a late night phone call on our way home from the hospital ( we may or may not have been a little emotional) For some reason I was dilating but wouldn’t efface more than 50 percent we even went and hiked Helen Hunt falls with Dave’s parents when they got here, still had contractions but nothing changed– and I just felt like she was ready and I was ready, so at my next Drs. apt we asked to be induced– I’d had enough (emotionally/physically) — so off to the hospital we went. They started pit on me at 3:00 and “oh hello same contractions I’d been having for the last few weeks and same timing” at 7 the nurse checked me still at 5 and still only 50% effaced -you don’t want to know my angry thoughts at this point — well the nurse asked me if I wanted my epidural yet and I always try to go as long as I can without it and I wasn’t horrible uncomfortable yet so I said no- she left the room and no more than 5 min passed and I was dying – my contractions went from the usual, to I was ready to bang my head against the guardrail, oh wait I did do that
So we got the nurse had to wait 15min. for the anesthesiologist, got the epidural in– “oh thank heavens for the relief, I can think again, I don’t want to kill myself, I’m gonna live, I can talk and breath again- oh I love you dear epidural” then the nurse checked me again I was fully effaced and at a 10 (Dave was a little glad that we were there though, he was pretty sure if we were home even with only a ten min. drive to the hospital 20min. only and he might have been the one to deliver this baby in the car) So I was now ready to push but my water still hadn’t broken, so the nurse was suiting up and was going to deliver the baby still in the water– (which I had never heard of doing but I guess it happens and in some cultures is considered good luck or that the child is destined for greatness) Than the Dr. showed up– (It wasn’t my Dr. but the one that was on call for that day and I did not like her– Dave called her the linebacker because she is so rough and if I was more of a forward person I probably would have punched her when she checked me she was that rough.) Anyways she didn’t want the baby born in the water sac–”It’ll break all over us” she said. The funny thing was was when she went to check me to make sure the nurse was right she was rough like always and broke the water bag and it sprayed all over her– I couldn’t help but laugh and think that she deserved it. So I did mention to this Dr. that with my second child I had her in two pushes– she didn’t listen– she was all like okay we’ll just have you give us one push, so I did and She made me stop halfway through the contraction cuz’ obviously the baby was coming out – That was painful– so she could suit up so I had to sit through more contractions waiting for her to get ready- can you tell how impressed I was with this Dr. anyways one more push and little Ellieana was here. Dad was extremely happy to finally get to cuddle his little girl, She’s been such a good baby too– All my crazy fears and anxiety about having a newborn were kinda silly– the no sleep still sucks though, I can’t wait for a full nights rest again– but I’ll try my best to enjoy those middle of the night feedings and not be to grouchy.
Payton just loves and adores her– I actually have to limit holding time– he wants to hold her all the time- I’m pretty sure he gets that from his daddy. He also is being true to his word and is calling her Pretty girl all the time- he insists it’s her middle name.
Brynley loves her too but is having a hard time not just calling her “the baby” but Ellie.
Overall we are loving having her here– and gradually I feel like I’m getting back to being Me again– next step is back to house projects and getting ready to Sell– it shall be fun