Who's Your Daddy!!!

This whole pregnancy process has taught me something about myself. I've come to the realization that I'm psychic. Don't think I can use my ability to help you, because the spirits that talk to me are liars!! I can't accurately predict anything. In the past 6 weeks, you'll need more than 2 hands to count the days I was completely convinced that we were going to have her. And, these premonitions are pretty specific, too--down to the minute...except, it's wrong. Turns out, I should have just listened to the doctor instead.

We were told to come to the hospital at 7:40 in the morning on the 27th. They broke the baby's water at 9, and then started the petosin a half an hour later. Everything started out so quickly, we thought for sure, Tara would deliver under 6 hours. The spirits lied.

Tara wasn't dilating as quickly as she should have been, and the baby wasn't dropping. That's when the doc dropped a bomb on us. "Looks like were looking at close to a 9 lb. baby!" She must not have remembered a week ago when she told us she wouldn't be surprised if the baby was under 8. Since no progress was being made, they made the decision to do a C-Section. Some other soul had a scheduled C-Section at 4:30, s0 we had to wait till that one was done. We could wait for that. The skies darkened a little when we got word that a woman was being flown in from Idaho so they could do a blood-transfusion on her baby--which took precedence. We understood the severity of this woman's situation, but were a little annoyed that we weren't going to be the next ones in. We didn't actually get into the OR until 9:45pm.

The baby was out 7 minutes after I got in the room which meant the procedure was underway as I was walking in. Had I been more squeemish, I would have missed everything after that moment. Gwenyth Lynn Shirley was born healthy and with all the appropriate digits and parts. She was 8 pounds even, and measured 20.5 inches. We're pretty excited that she's finally here.