Beth has been such a fun and good baby. It's not often that she cries for more than a few minutes before I realize what she needs. She sleeps for four to five hours at night, waking up about twice. We love dressing her and putting bows on her. She scratched herself for the first time at two weeks. Passed her left hearing test at two weeks. And had her first blow out diaper at two weeks. She has acquired lots of nicknames, Baby B, B, Bethaboo, Betharoohoo, pumkpin butt, and mama's favorite Miss Beth. She can pucker her lips so tight, her favorite face to pull. Beth is a little Popeyes since her first day with a left eye that likes to stay shut. She gets the hiccups several times a day. Her mama and daddy smother her in kisses every day, and love her more each time we look at her! Miss Beth has already changed our lives and we can't wait to spend the next years raising our beautiful daughter.
That smile!
Going home, so teeny!
The cutest sign my Okinawa friend made for Beth to come home to
Kissy faces everyday
Baby Girl's first day at church
The detailed birth story is for my own diary purposes, so skip it if you'd like, read it if you'd like.
Throughout pregnancy I had not felt any contractions, I didn't get Braxton Hicks, and didn't know what a true contraction would feel like. At about 37 weeks I realized that I was contracting, my stomach would get super tight and hard, I just didn't know that was what a contraction was. But no pain at all! Early on Sunday morning I was woken up by some menstural cramps, which I hadn't felt in months! They were a bit uncomfortable, so I laid in bed until morning. I was texting my mom asking if this meant that baby was on her way. I started to notice that with each cramp, my stomach was tightening. They were happening quite often, a few each hour, and very irregular. I didn't want to get my hopes up so I called them Braxton Hicks and went to church. I was a little uncomfortable. After church we went to a friends house for dinner. I tried to play it cool through each contraction, I didn't want anyone to know cause I'm so shy and awkward like that, and made I it back home around eight. I started to time the contractions which were about 5 minutes apart lasting 1 minute. I let this go on for 4 hours. In the birthing classes we were told to go in at this point, so we headed to the hospital in mild pain during the contractions. At midnight I was dilated to 4cm, and 50% effaced. The doctor on shift sent us home and told me to come back when the contractions were 2 minutes apart. So I went home and cried. I was frustrated to be sent home, I was in pain, and Tyler was lucky enough to fall asleep which made my hormonal self upset. So I cried. The contractions were getting more intense and I was getting more emotional. At about five my contractions were 2 minutes apart and I was not happy! Tyler called and talked to the doctor again and decided to take me back into the hospital. I was refusing, I was still crying, but I didn't want to go in just to be sent home again. So yes, Tyler pretty much drug me out the door to go. At six I was dilated to 6cm and 90% effaced, Yay! Only about thirty minutes later and I was in a room getting an epidural! That point on was smooth sailing. I couldn't stop wondering why people choose not to get the epidural! Tyler slept on the chair next to me, while I was too excited to sleep. They checked me again at about ten, I was 8cm. And again at noon, my cervix was gone! The doctor gave the baby time to move down on her own, which I was grateful for because when three came around and I started pushing it didn't last more than 20 minutes. Tyler was getting excited with each push as he could see her head (with hair!) coming through. It was the craziest feeling when she slid out and was put right on my chest, so many emotions! First thing I asked was, it's a girl? I don't think I stopped smiling at the perfect baby in my arms. The doctor and nurses kept asking her name, which was still undecided. They asked how I felt, all I could think was how exciting and fun that was! Call me crazy, or judge that I had an epidural, but delivery really was fun!
She is so perfect! And I remember right after delivering Owen thinking "that was awesome! I could do that again right now!" Ha ha.
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