Happy Birthday Zoey!

A year ago today, my little Zoey made her entrance into the world. It was quite unexpected, because her due date wasn't until the 19th. But my dear friend, Joelle, the one who told me I was pregnant, and then the one that predicted it would be a girl, begged that I have her on the 10th so they could share a birthday. Well, she got her wish. The day started pretty normal. I was sitting in bed with the husband eating a peanut butter sandwich. If I had known that would be the last thing I would eat that day, I would have picked something better. John was getting ready for a meeting he had to go to. I was very bummed because I wanted him to go to the doctor with me. The previous week the doctor had sent me to the hospital because of some tests she needed run on me. I had had to go all by myself because John was at work and I was terrified. So, when the next doctor's appt came about, I was a little scared the same thing would happen. Right before he had to leave, John got a text that the meeting was canceled, so he decided to come to the doctor with me.
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

The first time I saw her

The two birthday girls

One month: Mother's day

Two months: smiling at Uncle Matt
Three months: 4th of July
4 months: learning to roll5 months: Made in the shades

Six months: photo shoot

7 months: Happy Thanksgiving!Eight months: Little elf

9 months: Enjoying the swings

Ten months: mesmerized by the TV
11 months: Beautiful girlphoto property of inthelightphotography

12 month photos to come!!!