Ya, ok, so I have done an absolutely terrible job at keeping up with the blog. And, for those of you who actually read it, I apologize. It has been 10 weeks since she was born (OMG!) and so there is an amazing amount of things to blog about... BUT since there is so much to write, and I know that I personally hate to read forever long posts, I'm going to break it down into a couple of (still kinda long) posts to make it more fun for everyone involved.
So, my last post was August 15th, or around that time. Not a whole lot happened after that. I started to get more crampy and have some small type contractions for a week or so, but it wasn't much to write home about. The last weekend in August was the Irish Festival. We are always looking for inexpensive things to do on weekends and with Annberlynne being due in about 10 days and all we figured it would be fun to go and walk around... (we figured all the walking might help wiggle her down into the right position). So we went the first night and nothing... I just woke up at 2 in the morning with small contractions that kept me awake but nothin big. The last night also seemed that it would be an uneventful night. I woke up, as seemed to be the new usual, at around 2:30 and kinda fought sleep for another hour or so. Around 3:30 (right as Steven was going to bed) I just couldn't take it any more and got up to walk around the house in hopes it would help me feel better. Well, it wasn't working at all so at about 4 I decided a hot bath would help (a bath is like my fix-all). I got in, read a page of a book and then had a very weird feeling... i thought, I've got to go to the bathroom (but that's not what it felt like, that was just the only thing I could think of to help me make sense of it). So, I get out and sit down and almost immediately something strange happens. I THINK my water broke but who knows cuz I was also going to the bathroom at the same time... but about 10 mintues later I'm waking Steven up for a cold rag. He gets up and almost at the same moment I am doubled over in the most terrible pain I've ever felt... and I never did get my cold rag. I, at that point, can only assume it's the real deal about to happen. We grab our hospital bag, an ice pack for me and wake Logan up. We rushed him to his aunt Chrystan's (at 5 in the morining) and then left for the hospital (that is all the way on the other side of downtown :-(... ). Any woman who has had a baby before can totally relate to this, but it was everything I could do not to get upset with Steven because, even though he was speeding a little, I felt as if he were taking his dear sweet time. He was very patient with me though.
We get to the hospital at 5:30 and waste no time getting put into a delivery room. My biggest problem (and it had been since we left the house) was that I was bearing down REALLY hard ever contraction... meaning that I would tense up and scream and forget to breathe. Steven had been trying to get me to breathe the whole car trip (which was impossible) and the nurse was now saying the same thing. I kept apologizing and saying "I'm doing the best I can", which at that point was very true. I was begging for a spinal. The only time I stopped to breathe (as I was told) was when Steven stood in front of me... I stared him down but it worked. I finally got that spinal and within 10 minutes was feeling fantastic (no exaggeration). I was feeling no contrations at all... I had to look at the monitor to see them. It was happening very fast. I didn't like my first nurse, but that probably had more to do with my mood at the moment than it actually did with her. Luckily for me, right around the time that Annberlynne was ready, the nurses we switching shifts... AND even luckier was that the nurse I got was the same nurse who took care of me when we had pre-labor scares at 26 weeks! She recognized me immediately and I was so relieved to have her... she was awesome.
At 7:40 I knew it was time, I started pushing hard and 10 minutes later I was holding my daughter. It took a total of 4 extremely hard pushes (which, with the spinal, were a piece of cake compared to everything else that had happened). I was in love instantly. The first hour was the most incredible hour of my life. They wiped her off and layed her on my chest (what they call skin time). I was flooded with everything I had ever dreamed I would feel at that moment. I know the nurses kept working and pushing on me and other things but I honestly have very little memory of all that. I remember holding her and I remember looking over at Steven and seeing him cry and between those two things happening I had never felt more in love in my life.
After that hour they took her and weighed her and measured her... she was a whopping 6lbs 3.5 oz (OMG!) and was 18.5 inches long. She was such a little peanut!!! I couldn't believe how tiny she was! It was all so perfect. 10 days early, only 3 hours of labour and I had a baby, and she was itty bitty!! No stitches, no nasty hemroids, no juandice... it was awesome. Shortly after, Chrystan and the boys arrived. Logan was instantly a great big brother. They came right around the time that she was going to get her shots and bath and when they told us that Logan lost it. He started crying and got really upset with the nurse. He didn't want his baby sister to get shots and he made sure that the nurse knew exactly how serious this issue was to him, lol. It was cute.
From the beginning she was the perfect little princess. She didn't cry (and still rarely does)... she just kinda talks. In the middle of the night when she was hungry she would just start talking to me, kinda like "hey, mom, um... I'm kinda hungry". I never wanted to put her down (I still don't)... and I would have some minor seperation anxiety when they had to take her but was always so excited when she came back. I fell so in love with her... the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
