Okay so this may be more for my own memory then for your pleasure (read only if you want to)! A week ago yesterday, I was having contractions throughout the day and that weekend. I was not in a lot of pain, I could still talk through them, do the dishes, tend to children, function pretty much normally-but they were coming pretty regularly so I was
beginning to wonder if this was it. I put
Mckay on alert at work, and he was calling me all day to check if he needed to come home yet or not. This time around I had Group B Strep so the Doctor told me to come in when I knew it was time so that they could give me the antibiotic for the baby. Eventually I called my mom, (who is about an hour away) to inform her, she started making her way over to my house while I grabbed a few last minute things just in case.
Mckay was much more comforted knowing that at that time I was not alone, I told him that we were going to get checked at the hospital and I would let him know from there. My mom drove me to the hospital while Michelle (my sister) watched the kids. I was checked at the hospital to see if it was time to be admitted yet or not. Things were
definitely happening and contractions were every 2-5 minutes or so, I was told to walk around for an hour to see if I progressed and then come back to be checked again. By this time
Mckay was getting anxious at work and I told him that I had to do the "Walk of Shame" for an hour to see if it was actually time. He decided to come join me at the hospital (although he would have come earlier if I wanted, but I just was not sure it was the real thing and did not want to CRY WOLF...because I was not in a ton of pain...yet) by now it was a little after 5:00 PM. We walked around the hospital and to the cafeteria so
Mckay could have some dinner if we were going to be in for a long night, of coarse I didn't have much of an
appetite, so my mom a
Mckay had a quick bite to eat and then we returned to get checked again. By now I was pretty sure this was it because the contractions were increasing in pain and happening more
frequently. Sure enough I had progressed and was admitted to labor and delivery. While waiting they started the
antibiotic in my IV and things kept progressing from there, we were watching a little TV to help pass the time, while my mom went home to tend to the kids and put them in bed. After a while I decided to get an epidural because...well you know, it can be pretty painful and my contractions were really hard by now.
Mckay was relieved when I decided to, he always get so nervous when I am about to have a baby, and I can tell he worries for me and the baby. The lady came in and did the whole epidural thing, which is pretty painful as well and hard to hold still when you are having contractions at the same time. We waited for 20 minutes or so and the pain was not getting any better, the nurse said that I should have been feeling some relief by now. So she brought the lady back in and had to do a 2
ND epidural, this time the baby's heart rate was struggling and the nurse had me lay down while they tried again to put it in a different part of my back. Finally it was a success and while I could still feel the contraction pressure I wasn't in as much pain as before. Shortly after the epidural, the doctor came in to check me again and pop my water. After my water was broke the antibiotic was finally finished and ten minuted later, I went from a 6 to a 10 and ready to push. Good thing they didn't pop my water earlier or I probably would not have finished the antibiotic for the baby. This time I felt so much more then in other deliveries and really felt like pushing but the doctor was not quite ready yet so I had to hold off. After my water broke it all happened so quickly and a few pushes later we had a baby boy. As soon as he was born I asked what it was and while
Mckay answered, "It's a BOY", I saw the evidence myself. Taylor was born at 10:44 PM, February 9, 2009- I was supposed to be induced on the 12t
h, but was not due until the 18
th so he was about 9 days early. He is the sweetest little boy and is already so loved by his parents and siblings. My mom brought Payton and McKenzie to meet their brother at the hospital the next morning, they were so precious and soft to their new
little brother.
Mckay, baby Taylor, and I were released from the hospital later that afternoon and all is going well back at home.
Mckay went back to work shortly after, due to Tax Season, and my mom stayed to help for a couple days. Now I am home with the kids adjusting to THREE. I love having these experiences, there is nothing quite like being a parent all over again. Here are a few pictures of the past week:
Waiting for the big event in the labor/delivery room.

More pictures of Taylor in the hospital.


The proud PARENTS!
Daddy loves Taylor.

We are all so happy to have this new little baby in our home.

Kisses from McKenzie.
BaTh TiME (1st Bath at home)




Brotherly love!

Taylor: being smothered!
Wow, that was a lot of pictures, but lots has been going on in our household, so what can I say!!