She's here!

I'm not gonna lie, not being pregnant is a wonderful, wonderful thing. I know that there are so many women/families that can't have babies or can't have babies when they want them. My heart truly breaks for them. I feel like that is one of the many injustices in life. However, I am not one of the lucky women that sail through pregnancy. I don't enjoy anything about it and to say that I am so thankful it's over for me would be a gross understatement. M is the only one of our babies that came on her own, that's why she's our favorite. Truthfully, we tell all of our children they're our favorite for one reason or another. M's our favorite because she came 10 days early. K's our favorite because he's so sweet and very empathetic. Little B's our favorite because he was the easiest baby and a champion sleeper. Anyway, since our most recent wasn't coming on her own even though I tried to make her come by doing things like shoveling the driveway, or hacking away at the ice that had formed at the end of our driveway with a shovel. But, to no avail, she was content to stay right where she was. My Dr. took pity on me and induced me. I had to be at the hospital at 6:00 a.m. I was hopeful that the Dr would come in on his rounds at 7:00 and break my water. I knew that as soon as my water was broken that things would happen really fast. But, the Dr came and went and didn't break my water. That did not fill me with warm fuzzies and feelings of gratitude for said Dr. So, instead of having a baby by 8:00 in the morning, I laid in a hospital bed waiting for the Dr to come back on his lunch and break my water. I told B as we were waiting that I should have brought my own crochet needle and broken my own water. The annoying nurse kept coming in and telling me to get up and walk around because walking would help move things along. Truly I wanted to punch her in the face. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want to walk around, that I wanted an epidural and wanted my water to be broken and to have a baby so I didn't have to be heavy with child any more. But, I controlled myself and didn't punch her in the face. Instead I got up and walked around. As you can imagine, walking in circles in a hospital room gets old pretty fast. But, walk in circles for hours is what I did. The Dr. came back on his lunch break and broke my water. I am so happy that I had an anesthesia provider hanging out with me in the room. As soon as the Dr left the room B was all ready to stab me in the back 😀.

 I truly loved that he was able to do my epidural. He did an amazing job! My only complaint was that his hands were freezing! The nurse was weird and was hesitant to take the picture because of stupid HIPPA. But we promised her that we wouldn't sew her or the hospital and so she agreed to do it. She told us that we can't put it on social media because it would get her in trouble. A blog doesn't count as social media right? Aaanyway, the Dr. broke my water at 1:15. B was done with the epidural by 1:30, I was complete and pushing by 2:20 and she was born at 2:36. I tell ya,this body was made to shoot humans out of it's who ha ha!

She was 6 pounds 4 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long. Right before she was born the nurse asked me if I wanted to do skin to skin once she was out. I am a horrible mother and I didn't even hesitate before I said,"As long as she's cleaned off. That's disgusting if she's not." The nurse looked at me like I had offended her and all her ancestors. She said that some people really like it. I told her that's fine, but I am not one of those people and I want to hold our baby once she's clean.

We lay our kids next to a stuffed animal and take a picture. We take a new picture of them once a month and then give them the stuffed animal on their first birthday. We should have taken her out of the blanket. She's so tiny but you can't tell because of the bulkiness of the blanket.

On our kids birthdays, we put a happy birthday sign above their bedroom door. We didn't want her to feel left out, so we made a tiny happy birthday sign for her to lay under.

 Our kids were so excited to meet her! When they walked in and saw her, little B came over to her and in a really high pitched voice said,"OHHHHH! She's so tiny! Look at her toes, they are so tiny!" All of us are so happy that she's here. She's a really good baby and only cries if she's hungry or poopy. I feel like we've all adjusted really well to having her around and we all look forward to longer stretches of sleep at night because truthfully, I take being woken up at night as a personal attack and I don't love it that's for dang sure!