Sunday, September 23, 2012
I wouldn't trade this time for the world. Although my stance changes from 3-5 a.m.each morning.
I am so very very thankful for both sets of parents who provide us with lots of love,support, and Elliott entertaining.
Helps keep me balanced and energized to do the job of raising my beautiful daughters.
My husband is absolutely amazing at both parenting and husbanding. He gives me as much time to myself as he can. It's amazing how a few hours out every few days can recharge me.
And of course he "supports"(and I use that term loosely)my shopping habits.
It really really is not.
In fact, it's the one part of this life change that intimidates me.
By the time I have myself and them ready and heading to the car, I'm usually late and so frustrated I could scream.
And I am very tempted to just stay home at that point.
But I persevere.
I persevere because getting out is good for me and for my sweet toddler. Elliott is a social girl and I don't like her to have to stay home too many days in a row without at least getting to the park or something!
Life is good. The adjustment has been quite smooth considering the enormousness of it.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
I had been cramping for days so I was hopeful that something would be going on.
She informed me that things were at about 50% and then asked me if I'd like my membranes swept.
Ew, I know, but to anyone who has ever been pregnant forever those words are music to their ears.
I quickly agreed and left with a bounce in my waddle.
That evening I had some cramping and that was it. Nothing exciting.
A little disappointing however I told myself that 50% plus whatever the sweep did is definitely on the way to a baby.
Since I responded to the cocktail in an hour with Elliott, Karen asked me to wait to take it until 1:00 because she had some errands to do and needed some time.
Good thing she told me that...
When we got to the hospital at 4 things were really heating up. Karin checked me at 4:15 and informed me that I was 3 cm. I was a little surprised as my contractions were so close together and I was feeling them for sure.
I stayed upright for maybe 3 more contractions and than my water broke on the floor. I was standing up leaning over the bed. At this point I started to rock my hips side to side like a crazy fat stripper and Ray informed me later that that was the point where he knew it was go time.
Next contraction I felt the urge to go number two if you know what I'm saying. I hobbled to the toilet and asked if I should. Karin said, "only if you don't have to push."
I'm not having my kid in the toilet.
So I jumped up as fast as a preggo can and got in the tub.
Thank God Almighty I made it!!!
I proceeded to have one crazy ass long contraction that shot my sweet Emmi Grace across the tub! (I might be exaggerating a tad here but it truly was one push!)
I was in total shock and didn't really take Emmi in until after she fed which must of been about 25 mins after she was born???
She is beautiful. She was and is perfect. My teeny girl. 6lbs 11oz and 19 inches long.
I am so in love with her. I look at my girls and my heart swells with pride and love and all sorts of wonderful feelings that only Elliott and Emmi could bring me.
My life is full and blessed and wonderful.
I am grateful to my sweet awesome Lord for blessing me so richly in this life He gave me.
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