Isn't she the cutest thing you've ever seen!! Avery is now a little over a week old and still alive. Wow I must be doing something right. So here is the crazy story as to how she came into this world. On Wednesday February 27 I went to the doctors for my last check-up praying he would start me before March 3rd. I made Kyle go to this appointment with me, because I just knew how mad I was going to be at the doctor and I didn't want anyone to get hurt. So the nurse takes my blood pressure and it's 160 over something which is very high compared to the week before when it was 120 over something. She said to me today may be the day, but lets check your urine and see how that looks. Sure enough there was protein in my urine, now all I needed was the doctor to agree to start me. Well he agreed, but told me I still hadn't dilated or efaced at all and to start thinking about having a c-section, but not make a decision yet. He told me to go home and get my stuff together and head back to the hospital within 2 hours. I was so excited and scared, because it was finally happening and I was going to become a parent. Well we went home and got all our stuff together (my bag had been packed since week 37) and headed to St. Lukes hospital in downtown Boise. I got all changed in there attractive hospital gowns, they hooked me up to montiors, and started an IV. They told me I was having contractions about 2-4 minutes apart, but I didn't really feel anything. It made me wonder how long I had been having contractions and not feeling them. My blood pressure had gone down since I was at the hospital and I was worried the doctor was going to send me home without a baby. When the doctor came in to talk over "the plan" the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Please don't send me home." He told me he wasn't going to send me home, but that he thought maybe a c-section was the best thing to do, because I hadn't started progressing on my own yet and aparently I have a small pelvis (all this time I had been thinking I had child birthing hips) and he thought the baby was going to be big. He said he would start me with pitocin if I wanted, but thought I would be in labor for a long time and nobody wants that so I agreed to have the c-section. He said he would be back at 8:30 to begin the surgery and I again started to get very nervous. Well the surgery began at 8:30 just like he said and she was born at 8:55 and I was in the recovery room by 9:30. I am glad now I went ahead with the c-section because the doctor said the cord was wrapped around her neck so tight that that is the reason she never dropped down into my pelvis and she came out of the womb pooping up a storm, so if they would have started me she probably would have had a bowel movement in the amniotic fluid which can cause problems during a vaginal delivery. Thank goodness I had the c-section. So theres our story at least what I can remember of it. It all seems like a big blur now, but a good one.
