Lydia's Story

November 17th started like any other: I woke up in my own bed with no signs of labor. I decided it was no use being upset and tried to plan some things to do that required standing up and moving around. By mid afternoon I figured she wasn't coming today. After dinner & NCIS, I settled down with a book. Sometime after 10:00 p.m., I noticed my back starting to hurt. After a few minutes I realized it came on with the contractions and the contractions were starting to hurt. We decided to try to get some sleep, but by 11:30 I couldn't lie down anymore. My contractions went from being 6 minutes apart to under 3 pretty quickly, but I still wasn't convinced we were in any rush. Luckily, Theron took control. He called his mom at 12:15 a.m. and made me get dressed and ready to go.

Once Lark got to our house we were still trying to reach Rachel, the midwife; she would need at least a half hour to get to th hospital. We finally reached her and she was already at the hospital delivering her third baby of the night. So, at 12:45 we walked into the hospital. I was just hoping they wouldn't send us home (which was pretty silly since contractions were less than 2 minutes apart now). When Rachel checked me I was at a 7, fully effaced-they weren't going to send me home:). I was able to get into the jacuzzi and at 1:20, Theron called my mom to come to the hospital. She called back at 1:30 trying to find an open door into the hospital, but right then my water broke and Theron had to hand the phone to a nurse. I thought I knew what it would feel like when I was supposed to push, but it all happened so fast that I kind of freaked out. When my water broke I knew that something had changed. Rachel asked me to describe it, but I couldn't. Finally I realized I had to push, so she pulled the plug on the tub and they rushed me into the delivery room. I'm not sure what happened, but Rachel was not able to get a heartbeat on the baby. She tried to get a moniter on the head, but it wouldn't work so she just told me to push hard. My mom got into the room right before Lydia was born at 1:40 a.m. I got to hold her as Rachel cut the cord, but then I gave her to the nurses. They cleared her airways and finally she cried!

She weighed 8lbs 15 oz, and measured 20.5 inches long. We named her Lydia Jane.

Logan wasn't too interested at first, but here he has pushed the ottoman over to get a better look. One time I was changing her and she was crying. He climbed up and patted her head saying, "ok, ok."