If you follow me on Facebook, you probably remember how I was trying everything to get that baby outta me. I was huge and tired and sick of being pregnant but in the end, God knew what was best and Paige came out on her own time. WARNING: TMI AHEAD!!! Sunday, the 20th, we went to bed like normal and around 12:45 I woke up to go pee (for the 900th time that night) but it just seemed different. So, I went back to bed and prayed..."Dear God, if my water broke...could you please give me another sign? Because that was a little big unclear and I really need a stronger sign." I laid in bed for a few more minutes and then started having some minor contractions. I decided to walk around the living room to see if they went away. Once I got up, I realized that my legs were getting wet. Ew. But, at least I knew that God was answering my prayer! So, I woke Adam up and told him it was time to go. He said "do I have time to take a shower?" and I said "sure." Then my nesting instinct decided to kick in so I cleaned the living room while he was showering. Weird, I know, but better late than never! I called my mom to let her know that she should start driving up from Ocala and then we headed to the hospital. We got there around 2:00am and they admitted me and said that I was only 3cm dialated so it would probably be a long time before the baby came.
So, we hung out...watched tv, napped...and then around 8am I got my epidural. WONDERFUL. Love me some epidural! Things were still moving slowly so the nurse was going to give me pitocin but she decided to check me one last time...the next thing I know she said "honey, you went from a 5 to a 9 1/2 in an hour! Time to start pushing!" I pushed for about 20 minutes and out came Miss Paige. She was not happy to be out of that warm, comfy belly and let us all know exactly how she felt. The doctor couldn't believe how fast she came and let us know that our next baby is "gonna walk right out!"
The nurses in the nursery kept commenting on how strong her lungs were and told us that she was by far the loudest baby in the nursery! (gee, thanks) So we knew we were in for a treat. Paige's frenulum was too short (the little stringy thing underneath your tongue) so she was having a hard time nursing and had to have it snipped the day we left the hospital. She was very brave and hardly even flinched when it was done. We took our loud, beautiful girl home and spent the next two weeks in a sleepless daze. Those first few weeks were rough. Our girl cried for hours on end and we didn't know how to make her feel better. It was the worst, most helpless feeling in the world. I hated not being able to know how to help her. Looking back, I believe that she was just a little freaked out being on the "outside world" and didn't know what to do. Can ya blame her?!
Since then, we have been adjusting to our new roles as parents. Being a mom has been the most difficult but also most rewarding experience that I have ever known. There is no better feeling in the world than watching my gorgeous girl's face light up when she sees me. That giant, toothless grin that she gives me every day melts my heart.
Fast forward to present day...
Paige is a happy, healthy 3 1/2 month old. She loves to laugh and play and chew on anything she can get in her mouth. My hands, her hands, her blankie, her toys...anything is fair game for those little gums! She has such a sweet personality and is always smiling.
That's only a small glimpse into our new norm but I am hoping to start updating the blog more frequently. Hope you enjoyed the new post :)
