sweet

11/16/11

9 AM - Check into the hospital.

10:30 - Doctor breaks my water

11:30 - contractions are not getting stronger so we decide to start Pitocin

1 PM - I am talking on the phone with a friend, Adam and I are frustrated about how I'm not feeling like I'm progressing.

1:20 - Contractions are getting harder, I ask the nurse to call for an epidural. Says he'll be there within 15 minutes

1:50 - 30 minutes later I'm getting an epidural, while still having painful contractions. Nurse checks me, I'm a 7.

2:00 - Epidural is done, I am crying because contractions are becoming very hard. Nurse checks, I am an 8. Epidural will kick in in 15 minutes.

2:04 - This contraction hits like no other, I feel like I have to push, but I think I must be crazy, the epidural will kick in. I don't say anything about needing to push.

2:08 - Next contraction I realize I truly have to push. I tell the nurse, she checks me and then starts flying around the room calling the doctor in and changing the table for birth. Adam asks what I'm at and she tell us a 10. I start crying as I realize I have to do this with no epidural. I am totally terrified. I tell Adam I can't do this and he tells me I have no choice. This is my nightmare coming true.

2:14 - He is here.



7 lbs 15 oz

At this point, he is still just baby Dayton. No name.





Brothers come bearing gifts. A lightsabre and a stuffed doggie for their new little brother.



Lots of family and friends come to visit. He is one loved little boy. And he finally gets a name.

Oliver Sparks Dayton



Now we are home. At the brown house. It's kinda a weird feeling bringing him home to a place we have lived only a week. But it's beginning to feel more like home.

messy

This is my life right now.



A total mess.

With a card table. I sold my other table one and cried.

I keep telling myself this is going to be fantastic once we get down there. It's the "getting down there" process that I'm hoping I can live through. And it is going to be great, just moving while pregnant is not very productive.

Tomorrow tomorrow. Just praying I don't go into labor. I don't want this baby to be the one who decides to come early.

some projects

There is always some sort of project going on in my home, but I am too lazy to always show them on my blog. Here are a few I got around to photographing.

This is the landing at the top of the stairs.



And here it is now.



Not the best picture. I had seen book page walls before and LOVED them. I love the way it turned out, I want to do another one in our new place.

I had big plans for the babes room. I haven't ever really decorated a nursery. Sam we lived in my grandpa's home, Jack's room I only got painted, so this one I really was going to make cute. We'll see what happens after we move, but here's how far I got before we decided to move.



I did it all by hand, and it was really fun. I don't think I have it in me to do another one in the new house by the time he comes.

Oh it's sad to leave my house. I'm not super attached to it, but when you spend your time doing projects and improving it to where you like it, it's hard to leave all the work you've done. I am sure I'll feel the same way leaving the "brown house." It's brown, so that's it's name.

Halloween

Alright. Before you read on, please note that this post is not for you. It's for my husband. He never asks for anything on the blog, but he asked for this.

For Halloween he wanted to be a white trash wedding/rednecks. Whatever. What I didn't realize is he wanted me to have my belly exposed AT ALL TIMES.

Anyone who does not like naked pregnant bellies, please stop now. What you are about to see is not the cutest. But it is funny.



There you go honey. You better love me. I posted this AND I'm moving to Provo 37 weeks pregnant.

At least the kids look cute.

Someday I'll be able to laugh at this whole situation. But not today.