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The Incredible Labor that…

Finally brought me the most incredible baby ever. Seriously. Grab a snack, take a potty break, and get ready. I am finally telling this story (mainly because I moved my work station into my living room today so I can do things like blog while watching my baby sleep. And HGTV).

So. Tuesday, July 2, I was supposed to go to the midwife in the afternoon for an NST (non stress test) and ultrasound to check on Finola and schedule an induction. I woke up bleeding red blood and having menstrual-like cramps. So, I called the midwife, and she said to come in at opening so they could check me out. I went in and had the NST and a check; they could not do the ultrasound until the afternoon because they were busy. So, the NST showed that the cramps were contractions. And the midwife checked me; I was 5 cm. Perfect. She said come back at 2:15 for your ultrasound, and we will go from there. Ok. Done.

I go back at 2:15, and they find that Finola is head down, engaged, but is face up, so she can’t move. This explains all of the false labor I was having; my body was trying to turn her over. She is measuring well. We got to see her try to suck her toes, and she had her big eyes open. It was adorable. The pictures were basically newborn pictures; everything was so clear and able to be seen. The midwife came in and checked me again. I was at 5, so she asked me if I wanted to have the baby that day. “I wanted to have this baby three weeks ago,” was my reply. She had me direct admitted to the hospital, the other midwife on call was waiting for me. She assured me that I would get there, they would break my water, and I would be holding my baby by midnight. That sounded like a plan I could work with. So I called my husband home from work and away we went.

We got checked in and water was broken around 5. Mom got there shortly after. I was making the midwife laugh with my amazing wit and charm, and I was at a 6! BONUS! Progress. When they broke my water, they noticed some meconium (sp?), so they were on alert to make sure when she was born that she didn’t swallow any. She turned from face up to nose facing my right side when they broke my water. I decided to walk. Mom, Husband, and I walked the halls of the hospital. The contractions were pretty tame at first, but they started to hit hard and I stopped after about an hour or so. I then asked to get into the labor tub. Big. Mistake. The water was mega warm, and my contractions started hitting even harder. They were one minute apart, and they were 100 on the monitor. I couldn’t breathe or focus. I was struggling at best. The tub was not relaxing, so I got out and called for the Candy Man. I had stopped talking and was communicating with thumbs up and downs… it was bad. NOTHING makes me stop talking! Candy Man came in five minutes, and I was soon feeling fine. They moved my body to put my legs up in random positions to get her to flip all the way, and then they sat me straight up. THAT was what did it. I started having terrible chest pain and couldn’t breathe; I had no idea what was going on. The Candy Man gave me another hit of the good stuff, and the midwife checked me out. “If you pushed like three times, you’d feel a lot better,” she told me. Her head was right there. The pain in my chest was Finola pushing off of me, ready to be born. “I know you don’t feel ready to push, but if you did, you’d feel better.” Well, the epidural made me a little tired each time they gave it to me, so I asked her for a few minutes to compose myself. Then, it was GO time. Mom grabbed one leg, Husband grabbed another. I started to push, but not because really it was like I was pooping. My contractions brought her out more than I did. I remember the midwife telling me, “I see her head! She has DARK HAIR! And her head is SO ROUND!” I about died. Both of the other girls were born bald and have light blond hair now. I also remember being in disbelief of the whole situation and exclaimed, “I’m fucking having a baby!” Not my finest moment, but I could not believe it was finally happening. My mother in law was there, my dad was there, Husband and Mom there… we all were there to greet this little sweetheart into the breathing world. After about four minutes (if that) of pushing, she was out. I couldn’t believe it. 9:42 PM, my world completely changed. Again. And for the better. She was our biggest at 8 lbs, 2 oz. And she is so beautiful… We are so, so blessed. That moment, like the other two birth moments, will never leave my heart.

She didn’t swallow any crap. and she was healthy as a horse. No jaundice (no chance ever of that with her numbers). Perfect APGAR. She’s amazing.

The hospital stay was awesome, and we were well taken care of. We got to come home on July 4. She sleeps 5-6 hours a night (I earned this baby, I tell you). She snuggles like no other (neither of my other two were snugglers). She’s peaceful. We couldn’t figure out who she looked like at first because she kind of looked like all of us and none of us at the same time. She’s always looked like my side of the family, and now she looks even more so like me. She has dark eyes (I hope they stay that way), dark hair, and is absolutely the best baby we could ever imagine. She is damn near the perfect baby…*knock on wood*…so far.

This may sound like the condensed version, but labor and delivery literally took less than five hours. It really all happened that fast. And we have had zero issues since she has been home. I am pumping to feed her breastmilk, and that is going well. Finola is the baby we tried for, the baby we prayed for, and she is the most incredible little person… Each of my girls has their own little personality, and I can’t wait to see how she fits in the mix.

But for now, she can stay a baby. She is our last, and I would like this to last.

Don’t be in any hurry to grow up, Finola Marleigh.

Mama needs you to stay small and snuggly…

For as long as possible.

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Staring out the window, contemplating this thing called life…

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I am FIERCE, Damnit!

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Her first smile, at her daddy, on July 4 in the hospital…

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The outfit she wore for her newborn pics in the hospital…

Isn’t she beautiful?! I know, right!?

I didn’t know my heart would be able to have more room in it for another baby, but it grew the night she was born.
And she has completely changed my life.

Welcome, Finola Marleigh.
*how wonderful life is, now you’re in the world…*

A new year, a new….year.

New Year’s Eve is probably one of my favorite days ever. I love the idea of one year ending and another beginning, rife with promise and high expectations. Every year, everyone (myself included sometimes) is like, “THIS! This will be the year I do this… this will be the year I rock out at this… this will be the year that doesn’t suck as bad as the last.” And you know what, sometimes we’re right. Sometimes we’re not. It doesn’t matter what year it is. If life is going to rock, it will. If it’s going to suck, it will. If it will be mediocre as hell and boring, then so be it. I refuse this year to be all, “yes 2013 is going to be the BEST DAMN YEAR EVER!” I know it probably won’t be. Maybe it will. I always set my expectations with everything pretty low, so when good things happen I can celebrate, and when life sucks, I can be like, “yep. I knew it.” Some say that’s a terrible way to live. I prefer it to always being a Golden Retriever. And you know what that means: Goldens are just so happy that you are paying attention to them, and they wake everyday with this energy, like, “THIS will be the day you let me run around the yard I know it…” and we never do. lol. My dog has really gotten a hard dose of reality.

I love New Year’s Eve because we can wish, dream, imagine what the new year will bring. We can imagine anything: good, bad, indifferent. This is the time of year that we can harken back to our childhoods and just….imagine. What will we be? What will we do? What will the year bring us? What can we bring to it? Plus, I get to eat pork and sauerkraut at midnight! Woohoo!! Feed my pregnant face! 🙂 See? Glass half full kind of stuff here, friends.

I don’t make resolutions. I have general ideas of what I’d like to do this year. I’d LIKE to have a baby. Oh. Wait. I will. I’d LIKE to have Shawn back to work. Oh, yeah, that will happen (though we still don’t know when). I’d LIKE to take my kids to see Yo Gabba Gabba in four weeks. Oh. Yep. Doing that too. See? I’m already meeting my goals and expectations. I am actually making plans to do things differently with the third baby, but that’s not necessarily a resolution, and it’s for a different post. I don’t want to lose weight because  I will. I don’t want to learn a new trick, although I would like to start learning to make jewelry so that anytime I want a new shiney I can make it. I do plan on revisiting spirituality and figuring out where I fit as I have pretty much nailed where I don’t fit, and that’s right where I am. Which is always fun. But that’s a lifelong thing for me. I want to do more go green things, and I am. I would like to take a few small trips. See, I make sure that everything I want to do is pretty attainable. Resolutions usually are made to set people up for failure. To me, that’s silly. I wouldn’t tell my girls, “if you say you can fart rainbows, you can do it!” It’s setting them up to fail. And that is mean. I make realistic lists of things I’d like to accomplish, and then I do them. The only thing I have close to  ZERO control over is that I would like to make more headway professionally. But like I said last time, I trust that will happen when and how it is supposed to. Universe. Oars. All that.

Anything you’d like to do this year? Any plans? Resolutions? Ideas?

I know one thing, whatever happens to us this year, we will make it.

We will survive it.

keep-calm-and-bring-on-2013-2Bring it, 2013.

I can handle it.

You can’t scare me.