Finally, the birth story.

With the Ppd I was having, I had a hard time sitting down to type the birth story out.

Thankfully, the Lord has taken it all almost completly away and I am able to think on it all without anxiety..

Anyways it goes a little something like this.

On July 7th , I woke up to go to my scheduled Ultrasound as well as my Drs appointment right after. I woke up, packed my daughter a breakfast/lunch and got her ready to go with me since I was planning to take her to her Drs right after my appointments.

We got to the ultrasound and I started not feeling so well... I asked the tech to stop and I went to the restroom to "Get sick" but, I couldnt... thats weird I thought and so, we went back into the room and got the rest of the pictures and found out that my baby was about 9 POUNDS! I was only 35 weeks... this news made me MORE sick to my stomach.

by this time I was feeling a tad crampy but, nothing big so, we went downstairs and sat at the tables and Anna ate her brunch before we headed upstairs again to my appointment.

I got there and started to feel a couple of minor contractions, nothing big. I went in, used the restroom and went into the exam room.

The Dr and I discussed the fact that my baby was HUGE for her gestation and she said "SECTION" and I said "NO" and we then discussed my options... while there, I had a few contractions and she checked me and I was a 3. She told me to go home, get my bag, and get my husband because she was sure that I would be back later to have the baby.

I went out to make my appointment and got to the window and had another contraction. The Dr walked up and she told the receptionist "make her an appointment for next week but, I dont think she will need it" and Pam (the receptionist) said, "I dont think so either, she is contracting at my window" ... my Dr looked up at me and said "if you have ONE more before you get to your car, do NOT leave this hospital" I assured her I wouldnt and I started for the elevator... I had two more before getting there.

I called my husband crying "Im in labor" he said "why are you crying" and I said "I dont know, I am scared" I was scared, I was alone with my 6 year old and I was 5 weeks early.

I was at the hospital over 10 miles away with my car with the carseats.. My husband was at home with my two boys with NO carseats.

I called my inlaws.. they were the closest ... my mother in law wasnt answering and my father in law was out on his motorcycle... my anxiety is building as I sit in front of the hospitals starbucks trying to get SOMEONE to my house for my boys and my husband with me and someone to be with Anna.

Finally my father in law got to the hospital... I sat through each contraction like a trooper, in fact, he didnt even realize till I told him that I was contracting.. but, Active labor hadnt started yet :P I kept thinking in my warped mind that it was all going to stop, that once I got everything and one in place, it would all stop .. Talk about wishful thinkin... lol My brother went to my house, sat with my boys so Jason could head up to the hospital, my father in law took my van and went and picked my boys up so that he could be at the hospital, and then my mother in law came to be with Anna.. my mom, was out of town .. perfect timing huh?

Anyways After my mother in law got there, we started walking to Labor and Delivery. I walked a little bit and then the contractions picked up in intensity. My mother in law got me a wheel chair and pushed me to the proper floor, only we did get lost once.. but thats a whole other story :)

I got to Labor and delivery and I was seen pretty quickly... but even tho my Dr sent me up there, I still had to be examined and see if I was truely in Labor.. but, I was a four at this point and my contractions were comming two minutes or so apart.

I was considered "in Labor" and was admitted..... I immediatly started asking for the epidural. As the contractions were getting stronger, only I had to "wait till I was in my room" and then once in my room "Wait until I had some blood drawn" then "wait until the test came back" UGh.

Anyways this was all about noon that I got upstairs and was admitted. I recieved the epidural at about 12:30-1 and told the Dr that she would be back soon because I would now go quickly....

I was ready to push a little after 2pm.... she told my friends in the waiting room "she doesnt mess around" :)

I started pushing at 2:13 Pm... it was intense.. I was yelling "GET THIS THING OUT OF ME" I was telling Jason to "MAKE THEM STOP" it was the LONGEST 3 minutes of my life lol as I had her at 2:16 pm..... She came out as the Dr said "Fast and Furious" it was hard, her face was bruised.

They took her to check her out and handed her to me, I was in shock, her face was so huge, I couldnt hardly believe it... she didnt look like my other children... they wisked her away and the rest, is history.. she spent the next 13 days in the NICU... her swelling was due to my undetected Gestational Diabeties...

here are a couple pictures of my beautiful baby on her BIRTHDAY.... :D

you can see her little bruise on her head :(

my first time holding her ..