So Many M's: Born on the 4th of July!!!!!

All I can say is HALLELUJAH!!!!! SHE'S HERE!!!!!! I am no longer pregnant and uncomfortable, ok I'm not completely comfortable yet, but so much better and worth every second of it. I'm not one of those women who enjoy being pregnant and so that moment that my baby enters this world is the most relief I feel.

*WARNING*

If you do not want to read my boring labor story just scroll to the pictures now. This part is so I when I have labor amnesia, I can go back and say "oh that's right, it did hurt like a motha."

My last post says it all. I did go into labor that night and little Masie was born the next morning. The Castor oil helped, woot woot. Contractions started at 11 PM and then took a break at 12 and then 1 AM started up again with a vengeance. So Randy and started to get ready for the fun awaiting us. I took a shower, finished packing my bag (luckily when I got home from my Dr. appt. I decided I probably should start getting a little ready for what might come), and ate a small bowl of cereal knowing that I wouldn't be eating for a while. We got to the hospital around 3-3:30 AM and went to triage to get monitored to make sure I was in labor and sat in there for 2 hours because I was progressing really slowly. I was at a 3 when I got there and after walking and sitting on the ball only got to a 4 in those 2 hours. But the nurse could definitely tell I was in labor and wasn't about to send me home so she set us up in a room and I immediately went into the tub for some relief. I was in there for about 30-45 minutes and the doctor wanted to check me so I got out and was still a four and completely thinned. So the doctor gave me the option of breaking my water cuz her head was so high and he knew that once it was broken it would go fast or to keep going on the track I was on. I was nervous cuz my contractions were already really painful and I knew once that cushion was gone they would be pretty much unbearable. I was going to try and go drug-less with this one cuz I really think that why Malia's was sooo long, but once he broke my water I couldn't do it anymore. Part of me wishes I would've stuck it out because I went from a 4 to a 7 in 15 min and probably would've be fully dilated within another 30 but I'm a wimp and just couldn't do it anymore. And just as I suspected the epidural slowed my labor down considerably and took another 3 hours to finish dilating. But I was able to relax and breath till she was ready to come. So it was fine. I pushed for about 15 minutes and she arrived at 10:20. The doctor was funny, there was another mom who was almost ready to push as well at another hospital, but since it was her 1st and my 5th, he stayed with me knowing that I would go much faster, which I did. The only complication we had was Masie had pooped sometime during labor so we had to have the respiratory team in there when I delivered. She was fine though, just swallowed a lot of amniotic fluid and burst a couple of blood vessels in her eye (I've never experienced that before, poor girl) She struggled with coughing up the fluid though and had to have her stomach sucked out once to get it out. Since then she's been fine.

Here's Masie getting checked by her team.

Getting weighed. They said 8 lb 3 oz my guess is because she dookied and that must have been at least another ounce, lol.

Not the most flattering shot of me but I figured what the heck, no one can say anything, I just gave birth for crying out loud, lol.

Happy and very excited siblings. Gma and Gpa had taken them to see the hot air balloons go up and then our ward breakfast and then were at the parade when they got the call. They quickly packed up and headed to the hospital as fast as they could. The kids had no desire to watch the rest of the parade.

Masie really likes her binky and was not about let anyone get that from her.

Proud Grandparents.

While I was cleaning up, Randy went to the nursery to watch her first bath. The kids and Gma and Gpa had to stay outside, but they took some shots through the glass. She wasn't too happy about any of it.

After bath and her cute bows.

Can ya tell they're excited?

And a little nuts.

Pretty flowers that the kids and G-parents brought.

Her patriotic bows that the nurses gave her. Oh and I'm not going to tell the entire story about naming this child, but let's say that having her born on the 4th threw us for a loop. We thought it would be cool to try and make her middle name patriotic, but we couldn't make anything work that we liked. So this poor girl wasn't named till the morning we left the hospital.