So I have this baby who is six months old and she is super cute. Her name is Mariah and I have never blogged her birth story, which is kind of funny since I love and anticipate reading other blogging mamas birth stories. So here is how it went down.
I tried to get my labour going for like three weeks before she came. I get as big as a house and it was becoming quite difficult for me to take care of my other children. I ate a whole lot of pineapple and jumped on the trampoline, got a foot/leg massage along many other things. Finally, three days before her due date she came! I woke up at 4:00AM with a sharp contraction. They only happened about every 7 minutes, but they were consistant and painful. So I showered and woke Anthony up and we were on our way to the hospital by 5:00AM. I checked in and got into the monitoring room around 6ish. (My times are fuzzy. I promise I still love her even though she is my third and I don't take good notes.) I was on the monitor for like thirty minutes before they decided to check me. I tolerate pain fairly well and at this point they were looking to send me home. My contractions were still 7 minutes apart if that. Well I was at EIGHT! My doctor came in and broke my water and took me to my room. I got to walk around for a bit and then I laid down and I was like a 10 minus a little tiny bit. That little tiny bit was the worst. When I was a full ten I only had to push for like 5 minutes and she was out.
Moral of the story: Third children are a total blessing. haha. Honestly though. Lydia took three whold hours to push out. Mariah was only five!
Her hair! How is this my child!?
The kids love her every minute of everyday. I cannot imagine life without her. So in love. :)
