On Saturday, Nov 7th Thern, Weston and I were enjoying our typical Saturday family day. We usually go out to eat, walk around town, go window shopping, etc. This Saturday we had many errands to run because we were trying to get the house ready for Sydney's arrival. Here we are in American Signature Furniture getting Weston's bed that would be delivered in a week or so. 
Then it was off to Babies R Us to get a few last minute items (well we didn't think it was last minute I still had at least two weeks). Finally we landed at a Cuban Restaurant downtown. It was so relaxing and enjoyable. It was also very LONG. We were there for at least 2 hours. 
I love this picture of the two of us! 
Weston blocking me from taking his picture! 
Thern and Weston walking. 
Contractions? So we get home and rest up and then I start dinner. In the middle of dinner I think I'm having contractions but I'm not sure because I just couldn't tell if they were real or Braxton Hicks. I have a strange tolerance for pain and last time I didn't really begin to feel it until I was at least 5 cm dilated. I call my Doula Sharon and then the doctor. My normal doctor was out of town so the doctor on call said, "Get you carcus in the hospital". We called our friends The Maples and they came and got Weston. This is around 8:30 pm or so. It was total chaos because we were in the middle of dinner, the house was a wreck and in my mind it was just a false alarm. Thankfully I had already packed everyone so all we needed to do is load the cars. The Maples didn't have enough space so we switched cars and keys! Unfortunately, we took their house key so they had to drive all the way back to town to get into their home with ALL of the kids! Thankfully, we both have flexible children so Sadie and Weston played and then I believe Canon fell asleep. In the Hospital So I get to the hospital and I'm not feeling anything so I'm thinking we just did all of that for nothing. Low and behold though the doctor determined that I was dilating (at the time every hour) and therefore I was in labor. By around 11 pm or so I was about 3 centimeters and at least 70-80% effaced. So it was time for my doula to come to the hospital just in case. They told me to try to sleep but the nurses kept coming in and I was just too excited so I stayed up ALL night. They wanted to give me pitocin to get the contractions going stronger. I said, fine but asked that it be a very slow drip. Around 5 am I was 5 centimeters dilated and then it stopped. I was 5 centimeters dilated until 7 am. That's when the doctor (the stand in- not my real doc) came in and asked if he could break my water and told me they were going to up the pitocin. I told him he couldn't break my water yet. I wanted my membranes in tact just a little while longer. Then at 9 am I was STILL only 5 cm dilated so they cranked up the pit and broke my water. I remember telling my doula, "This is insane" talking about the intensity of the contractions with the assistance of the pitocin. At 7 cm I asked for a little narcotic (can't think of the name) to take the edge off. They informed me it would only last an hour or so, I said, FINE! I quickly went from 7-10 and told them I needed to push. I was going "naturally" so I could tell exactly when it was time. The doctor came in and coached me when to push. When he saw the head, the first thing he said was, "Wow, she has red hair!" We were all like, "what?" The doctor was great but slightly nuts. That's another story! She came on out and thankfully all of my fears were eased, no tare, no hemorrhage, just a sweet little baby girl! 6lbs 9 0z, 19 inches long. The same peace and joy was in the room that I remember from Weston. The only difference was I was so out of it, I was half asleep while pushing. I hadn't slept since I woke on Saturday morning and it was Sunday at 3:00 pm. It was so funny!! 
Everytime they would take a picture I would coach myself to open my eyes! 
My sweet delivery nurse. I love St. Mary's! 
Sharon my Doula. She thinks I would make a good doula....I'm praying about it. It would be such a privilege and joy to help ladies deliver. 
First bath. 
Is she Asian, Black, White, we still don't know! :) 
Aunt Tennion! I have a picture of my other sis but I can't find it. 
Weston's Visit Weston brought me flowers (thanks Amy!). It was so sweet. But then he went into shock. The poor guy lost it for a minute but then warmed up. He wouldn't come too close though and didn't want me to hold him at all! When I nursed her, he cried out, "No Mom, No!" It was so funny! We all just cried out in laughter. 
 Amy, Sadie, Sydney and me. 
I'm talking to Amy! So funny and looks so very typical. Blab, blab, blab. We have fun! Weston would only get about that close. 
Time to go home little girl! 
That's a brief story of my delivery. My doula Sharon is going to write a more detailed and accurate version. For the record, Weston LOVES her now! It's so sweet! | 
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