Let me first start by saying that this little girl of mine was bound and determined to make it to her due date. I was confident that I would deliver her that night, and it didn't help that my doctor was convinced as well seeing as how I was dialated to a 3 as soon as he took the stitch out. I even went into labor and delivery that night thinking I was in labor because I was having consistent contractions. So the next week at my appointment, my doctor said he would strip my membranes to help put me into labor. Well that didn't work either. So it wasn't that I was desperate to get this baby out of me, but every time I saw my doctor he would tell me I would have her any time and it made me really anxious to meet this little girl. So at my NEXT appointment, they found protein in my urine. My doctor didn't really want to see me progress into preeclampsia, so he said that as long as I kept it secret safe, he would break my water that day. I was more than happy to do that, so he broke my water and I waddled (literally) over to labor and delivery.

 

 

As I got to labor and delivery I called Alan and told him, "It's a beautiful day to have a baby". He said to me, "It sure is!" Then I said, "No seriously, we're having the baby today." His reaction was too funny because he got so flustered (he had just gotten off work, so it was getting close to his bed time) and could barely form a sentence. I guess I should have told him it would be a little while before he was there, so he rushed to the hospital as fast as he could. 

I got into the room and all hooked up around 10:00 in the morning. They decided to give me pitocin to help speed up the process because my water was already broke. Little did I know how bad that was going to kick my butt. It was within the hour that my contractions were one on top of eachother and I wanted to die.

 



 

 

This was right before they gave me the epidural and I was not in the best frame of mind then. Even when I had Henry my contractions were never that bad.

 



So the angle is absolutely terrible, but what can ya do?



My sister Rachel was in charge of taking pictures, and she did a great job documenting everything.

 



At 12:45, Olivia Jude was born. I was a hot mess as soon as I saw her and could not stop crying.

 



 

 

 

 

 

Olivia Jude Roberts

November 20th, 2012

7 lbs 6 oz, 19 inches

 

Love you to the moon little girl.