When we walked into the doctor's office, she took one look at me and said "You are starting to look like the Stay Puff marshmellow girl." It turns out that I had gained 14 pounds of water weight in one week. My blood pressure was getting a little high, so Dr. Boyd said, "Let's have a baby." I was so happy that I almost cried, because I could not take one more day of being pregnant.
When John and I got settled in at the hospital, the enormity of the situation settled on us. We prayed together for me and Zoey, and I got ready for the fun.
About 11:00, they came in and started my Pitocin drip. About an hour or so later, my water broke. A little bit later, the epidural came (sweet, sweet epidural). Around 8:30 that night, the epidural wore off. About every 5 minutes, I begged to start pushing, but the nurse said it wasn't time yet. I wanted to kill that nurse. Finally, at 10 p.m., I was at a 10. I pushed for 30 minutes, and then the miracle happened. Zoey was finally here. She was a meconium birth, so they had to whisk her away to clean our her lungs before they gave her to me. However, I caught a glimpse of her and just cried and cried. Finally, they laid my baby girl in my arms. I was tired I was afraid I would drop her, but I couldn't believe that she was finally here. John said, "I'm so proud of you." I said, "Why?" He said, "Because you made a beautiful baby." Now, our beautiful baby is a whole year old, and I can't believe it. It has been the longest and shortest year of my life. Here is little year in pictures review:
Zoey's birth day
Two months: smiling at Uncle Matt
Three months: 4th of July
4 months: learning to roll5 months: Made in the shades