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Surprise Birthday!

It's 3a.m. and I'm blogging.  On a "normal" day (which these days no longer exists), this would be out of the question.  However, like I already implied...my...I mean, our days are no longer "normal".  Let me tell you how my weekend started and ended...

Last Friday morning I had an appointment with my doctor to come in to monitor my contractions (if I had any at all).  At 10a.m. I was told that my contractions were barely there...just itty bitty...and that we would probably be seeing baby Ella earlier than her due date, but definitely not that weekend.  Okay, well, if I wasn't going to have this baby this weekend, then I was not about to miss my lunch date with my friend.  Off we went for a burrito, enchilada style.  :)  When I returned home from the doctor's office to wait for my friend, I felt a sudden...umm...cramp?  No, not a cramp...but something like it...but sharper.  The pains kept coming in intervals of 30 seconds, about every half hour.  Was it time for the baby?  No way, the doctor's office just confirmed that my contractions were "itty bitty" (technical medical term, I suppose).

As I was preparing dinner, I began to feel even more of the "cramps".  Since Wyatt was working a bit later than usual that night, I called my mom and told her what I was feeling. Just as moms do, she went into "mommy mode" and quickly told me that I was going through real contractions...not just "itty bitty" ones.  I reiterated what the doctor had said and went to eat.  When Wyatt came home that night  we began to track the contractions and they seemed to be pretty consistent and by 11p.m., they were consistently 5 minutes apart.  So we headed to the hospital.

By 11:30p.m., I was admitted into the hospital.  At 1:30a.m., Wyatt called my parents and we waited for baby Ella.  After 12 hours of laboring at home (some of the time not even knowing I was laboring) and 12 hours of laboring in the hospital, baby Ella arrived at 11:19a.m. on Saturday, weighing in at a very healthy 8 pounds 2 ounces, at 20 inches long! :)  What a blessing!  She had so many visitors during our 3 day stay at the hospital and is already so loved by everyone.  I can't wait to see what's next for our family and all of the new experiences Wyatt and I are going to be sharing with her.


Wyatt and I had so many things on our "to do" list for this weekend...none of which included a surprise birthday party for baby Ella.  However, things turned out as they should.  Baby Ella already has a very strong personality and knows exactly what she wants.  (Gee, I wonder who she gets that from.)  She was obviously not going to let the doctor tell her when she was coming out.  :P  She surprised us with her arrival and I'm sure she's got a lot more surprises in store for us in the future.

God Bless,
Kat



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