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We left off with my labor nurse Angie and her hand. Ever since that day, I've said it's a good thing that I liked Angie from the get go. I don't know that I would have liked having someone I didn't "click" with having to do what she had to do. So Angie was saying she has the cord, the other nurse was furiously unplugging monitors and stuff. The husband is confused, I'm sure as hell confused. Somehow I got on my hands and knees, per everyone's  vehement requests. I tried to keep my shit together but that didn't work so well. I was crying and asking what was going on. I'm sure they told me a couple times that her cord had delivered and that if they didn't take her now, she wouldn't make it. The cord cannot come before the baby, that's what was making her heart rate drop so much. Well OK then, it finally clicked in my head but hi? still in so much pain. Angie was still on the table with me. The husband said she had to duck my legs whe...

So. The bathroom and I are very good friends now and I hate to say it but I feel bad that I threw the brownies under the bus. It's not all their fault though Lord knows, they have a way of wreckin' my intestines UP!! (I know, just what you wanted to read about no? You're welcome) So again. I'm not even really sure where to begin with the Littlest Little's story. We were having ultrasounds every 4 weeks and bio-physical scans every week plus toss in a weekly visit to the baby baking doctor and voila! You've got yourself one super scanned baby. We had a bio scan two weeks ago and then I ended up here . I did the kick counts and in the four or five hours that I was at home I felt the baby move three, maybe four times. The baby baking doctor said to go back into the hospital and get a non-stress test done (which I found out is just the baby on monitors again) That was an epic fail. She's didn't move at all.  The doctor said we're inducing and we were t...

I wore that t-shirt when my other two children were born. Let's just say that it's still in one piece yet not wearable anymore. Another sign that this child is our last. :::sigh::: The husband loves looking at the medical machines to see if his company is the one that made the thermal interfaces for it. I can't recall if this is one of them. Again with the thermal interface stardate 4.761 entry things. Clearly, not at the top of my priority list this particular evening. I was hoping to see the baby laying here a couple hours later, screaming her fool head off "how dare you take me out of the warm pool and throw me in the Midwest cool air aaaaaggggghhhhh?!?!?!". Instead there were tears, yelling, running, fear, extreme pain, hands in places they shouldn't be, paranoia, if you're visualizing a clip from ER or Trauma: Life in the ER, you aren't too far off. Tomorrow brings us the story from this evening in photos above. I'll be sharing her birth ...

Thank you to my work for sending over this lovely basket of goodies for the baby. I love the Aveeno baby line. The girl was all gaga over the little bitty brush and comb (the bear is sitting on those, naughty bear) and Baby Girl was all over the book. The Littlest Little was sleeping, I don't think she would have had an opinion either way. However, she hates being naked (please Lord let her stay that way through college) so she may not appreciate the bath items as much as I do. These flowers came from the Captain's work. They are gorgeous. My favorite is the purple and green rose at the bottom there. It looks almost tie died. Absolutely beautiful arrangement and I had so much fun working with the different settings on the camera to see what I could come up with. Thank you again to both companies for keeping us and our family in your thoughts.

Ouch much? Yeah. Ooh ooh and these are from a couple days ago so yay, my tummy is even smaller! Woohoo! Not sure what's going on here. They think it was just extra fluid that got absorbed overnight. Here's a new photo of her to help ya'll recover. You're welcome

How the heck else would you explain the husband that I got? I give a lot of credit to my mother in law. She's phenomenal and her kids are amazing people. I really couldn't ask for a better sister and brother in law. But her son, my husband? I may be biased but he's my favorite of the three. This man has been more than just a rock in this whole baby baking experience. He's been at every ultrasound, he's asked the questions that I wouldn't have thought of until a week later, during the chaos of her birth, that was when I needed him the most and that's what I got. I really don't think I would have survived the last week without him by my side. I know he feels stressed out. He feels that he isn't in control and really no one is. Well the baby is but we all know that ha! None of us like this situation, especially the fact that we can't control a damn thing about it. I can't make her consistently breath like a normal person does. If she wants to st...

Normally I can't get a nap in to save my life. The last few weeks of being pregnant, I was able to squeeze one a day in because of my awesome mother in law. Here at the hospital, you'd think I would be napping all day long. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't work that way. Between the incision that's bleeding out and the swollen feet and cankles (!) and the constant, constant worrying, I think I'm going to take a nap and then it goes to hell. When I do get to sleep, I get in a good deep sleep then, of course, get woken up. I sit up thinking I've slept for a couple hours, at least, but then realize no, it's only been 20 minutes. I should be happy about this though yes? Napping for 15 minutes thinking it was an hour is SO much better than napping for an hour and feeling like it's been only ten minutes. I'm not making much sense am I? Gah. I'll tell you why. The girls. The boobies. The twins. My boobs are enormously, painfully, shockingly huge. They a...