this is the story of ella's birth.

This is the letter I wrote to one of my best friends, your Auntie Chan, to let her know that you were here and the journey we went on.

Hey Best Friend!

I could pretend that when I read your letter I cried because of my post baby hormones, but let’s be real. I cried because I have such a great best friend. You are seriously amazing, thank you for brightening my day even when you are so busy working on extremely important, eternal, life changing mission stuff.  I totally miss you and love you. Oh, and have I told you how proud I am of you?

So…..here goes Chan, the weekend that changed my life. Starting with Friday. My last day of work. That was a little bit crazy. I was planning on going in on Saturday to write my kids a letter and get a few more things done. My mom called me on the way home to tell me that she just decided to go to Vegas. I know. My mom being totally spontaneous all of the sudden. I laughed and was happy for her because she sounded so excited. She was going on a girls trip with Rhonda and Kami, they were going shopping at Charming Charlie and then coming home on Saturday afternoon. My mom gave me specific instructions NOT to have the baby while she was gone. I said, “Oh I wish that would happen, I am ready. But I don’t think she will come.” In my head I thought she was never going to come and if she did it would be on Cache’s birthday. I was a little/lot worried about that.

Friday night we went to JCW with Steve’s parents. Cache, Steve and I split some fries because we weren’t too hungry. So the last real meal I had was lunch from Friday afternoon which was a bowl of fruit. Then, we went to RC Willey’s with the Bournes. Cache LOVES RC Willey. It’s weird. We walk in and he runs and sits on a couch and says, “OH WOW! Comfy and Cool! I love it.” He comments on every piece of furniture and of course he has to test it out.  Then we went home.

Saturday at 2:00 a.m. I had a horrible pain…which was a contraction which I had never experienced before. They kept coming 1-4 minutes apart and I was looking up  stuff on the Internet trying to figure out what was going on. Silly me. Then I thought my water had broke. We decided it was time to go to the hospital. I called my dad to come get Cache and I wanted him and Steve to give me a blessing.

We got to the hospital at 3:00 a.m. We called my mom to let her know. Then they checked me and I was only dilated to a 2. But these contractions were KILLERS! I tell you what. The nurses called my doctor and he wanted me to stay for two more hours to see what would happen. Nothing. Nothing happened except for getting ridiculous uncomfortable checks and horrible contractions and me getting super hungry (that’s why I mentioned the Friday lunch). Nurses had a shift change (that’s how long we were there). At least the new nurse would wait for a contractions to be over before, ya know, sticking her arm up me like I was a puppet. Contractions were still 1-4 minutes apart and they hurt really bad, I can see why people get so anxious for an epidural. Then guess what happened. Nothing. They gave me a morphine shot and sent me home at 8:00 is in the morning. I didn’t even want to eat by that time. I just wanted to sleep and I did. I slept and slept and slept... as much as I could between contractions. Cache told me, “Mom you are missing THE WHOLE DAY!” and I did, but I was still tired. Steve’s parents came over and made us dinner that night. Adriene, Rhonda and my family came over to see our house. My contractions weren’t too bad at this moment and it was fun to have our families over at our home together. They left and I started unpacking the things I needed to get ready for bed since I wasn’t at the hospital with my baby quite yet. Oh, did I mention I did my make up super cute for baby before I left? I did. But she didn’t come.

Steve and Cache went to church on Sunday, Steve brought Cache home early because he was being a lil’ bit naughty. Then, the tree of us went back to church to watch T.J become ordained a Priest (can you believe that?!). It was fabulous. Another happy family moment for the weekend. I was happy that there were these moments over the weekend to help me get my mind off of everything.

My mom invited us over for dinner. Spam Musibi. You know how I LOVE that stuff so I was totally there. I put on work out clothes because I had been a walking fool the past couple of months, I read how it helps prepare the body for birth and contractions and ya know how I love a good workout. So I ate, then I digested, then I headed to the treadmill in my mom’s basement and I walked 2.3 miles on a 5% incline going as fast as I could which was a whole 2 mph.

Cache had spent the majority of the weekend at my parent’s house. They kept him Sunday night too so Steve and I could rest. Then, at 9:00 ish I had a VERY bad contraction. I didn’t want to go into the hospital just to be sent home again so I tried to wait it out. They hurt so ridiculously bad. I tried changing positions, but they would come and I couldn’t move. I tried a hot bath and when I realized they were getting worse I asked Steve to get me bowl of Special K with Strawberries just in case we did go to the hospital I didn’t want to go on an empty stomach.

I must’ve been a sight to see. Sitting in the tub, eating cereal, crying through contractions and then when they went away I would say, “Ok, they are done. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Let’s stay home.” Then another one would come and I couldn’t breathe or talk or move and I would try to get my voice to yell, “GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL.”

Yup, this went on for about an hour. I sat in our big rocker and they calmed down for 5 minutes and then it was too much. I didn’t put on make up, I just threw stuff back into my bag and we were out the door.

Every bump killed.  I was crying telling Steve how scared I was that they were going to send me home again and I was going to have to deal with this pain somehow. We got to the hospital and it was taking me cool minute to get in the building. We got to level 5. Steve called in and they opened the doors, only problem, I couldn’t move. The lady said, “Uhhh, are you two coming.” Steve looked at me with that helpless, what do I do, look and he said,  “She is coming she is just in a lot of pain.” Then it went away and I was back, signing in to the hospital. We didn’t call anyone until we knew for sure what was happening. They came and checked me and guess what?! I was dilated to a SIX! Woohoo I could stay and more importantly I could get the epidural!!!!!!!!! Which is exactly what I asked for. They have me the epidural, Steve almost past out. I was getting this huge shot when I hear Steve say, “Wow. I feel lightheaded.” Then I hear the doctor yell at him  to lay down and for the nurses to get him down. I looked over at my hubby and he was pale as a ghost. So I endured that shot solo mio. But it’s okay he more than made up for it.

So I will fast forward so you don’t spend your P-day reading this. We called our parents after I had the shot and we were ready to go. My doctor arrived at 11:00 p.m checked everything and told me he would be there until baby came, since I was going for a VBAC.

The night was a little bit rough. The nurse came back and I was dilated to 5 and then a 6 and so on….she said she had never been so unsure about a cervix before. The doctor broke my water and we waited to see if anything would happen.  For hours and hours I was only dilated to a 6. At about 6:00 in the morning the doctor came in and checked…still a 6. I had been praying/pleading all night for a successful VBAC. But I knew that I was blessed to be having her and that no matter what, as long as she was healthy I would be okay…but I was still praying so hard to not  have a C-section. The doctor looked at me and I asked him if he had bad news he said, “It isn’t looking too good right now. Let me check the schedule. Let’s have you lay on your left side to see if baby will move to a better spot for us.” Then he left and my heart was sinking. Steve was a rock. He totally believed in me the whole time. My parents and Mandi came over and Steve and my dad gave me a blessing and then they left. The doctor came back and told me since I was okay and baby was okay he would wait it out to see how things would go. I am SO grateful to him for being patient. The nurse came in to check me and I was dilated to a 9. The doctor came in and I pushed for less than 10 minutes and there was my beautiful little Ella. My own little miracle.

Throughout the night her heart had been dropping and when they would move me to my right side it would drop fast. Those nurses are fabulous at staying calm and keeping things calm, but at one time the nurse bust through the doors and told me to roll the other side and I was hearing the little heart beats slow down and it was scary.  She also had marchonium. When Ella came the cord was wrapped around her neck three times and Steve didn’t tell me until I asked him how scary it was that he told me she didn’t breathe right away. My doctor was amazing. Truly. The NICU came in and I held her for a few minutes and then they took her. But another blessing, she was back with me 45 minutes later. She is amazing.

So I got to deliver her the way I wanted and worked for. I got my little baby girl. And I got a stronger testimony. Chan, I prayed so hard. The blessings from both Steve and my Dad. I know you were praying for me. I had people who fasted for me and I am so grateful to everyone. Wow. I know that if hadn’t asked for those blessings, it all might have been a different outcome. I have never felt so blessed and loved by my family, friends and Heavenly Father in all of my life. Now, now I feel so much gratitude. Everything is great.  Not easy, but great.

I will send pictures soon. I love you! I am so happy you are spreading such a fabulous message. Especially after my experience with Ella.

I know that Heavenly Father is listening to us. I know that he loves us so much and wants us to be happy. Even the smallest requests he hears and answers us. Cache has been the best reminder for me. I will lose something (as usual) and if Cache notices me looking all over he will ask, “Mom did you pray? Say a prayer.” Then we will pray and at first I would get all nervous that Cache just knelt down to pray with me and I said this prayer asking to find my ring or phone or wallet or whatever and that I wasn’t going to find it. Or we would pray for something he lost and I would think oh no, what do I say if we don’t find it. But sure enough we would find it.

Keep up the amazing work. I am so excited for you to get to Armenia to show them what you’re made of.

Write to you soon.

Love,
Krista Kei mother of TWO!!!!

Taking the advice from Baby App

All of my little baby apps suggested that this week I should write down how I feel, what I crave, what I am thinking about, etc. You know, so I can remember the experience of being pregnant. First of all, I don't like the word pregnant, but that's all we got so here we go.
At first as I thought about this I was not in the best of moods (surprise, thank you pregnancy for my awesome mood swings), so I was thinking I feel tired. I feel awkward. I feel very round. I feel like I can't possibly get any bigger, though I know I will. I feel like 6 weeks seems so soon and I get nervous but then it changes to feeling so far away and I get impatient.
What I crave, to sleep through the night. To not have to visit the bathroom so much, to not have to worry about belching during my parent teacher conferences because I just ate dinner. I also want to be dripping in sweat after an intense round of kickboxing, instead of feeling breathless at the top of my stairs. I also crave COMFORT. To lay on my tummy or my back or even on my side without having to toss and turn all night.
Umm....food wise, nothing really. Smoothies. Yum. LOVE them, I want one right now. Seriously, that is all I want. Jamba Juice, Strawberry Dream, creamy deliciousness sent straight from above. Steve Bourne, he makes a crazy good green smoothie. Thanks babe, you will be making me one when you get home. Wow. I must be pregnant, I could go on and on and on about smoothies, and juice.
Moving on. I am thinking about not sleeping for a few months, packing a diaper bag again, being a slave to feeding time, getting baby girl's room done, getting Cache's room done, work....
But this "what are you thinking one is the best one", it's the one that changed my perspective and when I really think about it, I always end up feeling really positive about the future. What I really think about is how amazing it will be to get to  hold her in my arms, bringing her home to her big brother who has been so anxious and excited to finally get his baby. I am so excited to see Steve with his daughter, and to be able to do someone's hair. Not to mention someone to escape ESPN with me and take a trip to the mall. Someone to stand by my side when I say, "Seriously?! Please do not throw balls in the house." Or, "Umm...! Do we really need to be flying the helicopter right above my head right now?" I am also excited for us girls to get out there and play sports with the boys and show them how cool we are :). I am excited to have her in our family, watch her and Cache grow up. I am so excited for summer break because I will be there all day, everyday with my kiddos. I can watch them interact, I can spend time with them, I can learn how to juggle life with two kids without having to stress about work. I can just enjoy them.
As not comfortable as I am feeling right now, I am excited to see her face and Cache's face when we tell them that we are going to have another baby. I know, I sound crazy loco. But that is what we want. A family. We want our children to have each other's backs. We want lots of visitors when we are silver haired and wrinkly. We want to enjoy raising children because we know that it goes by so fast and before we know it, It will go back to where it started, me and him. Then we will sit down, reminisce and plan our next adventures together.

The secret to stopping time.

Since there is no special secret this is what I do: I take (literally) hundreds of pictures a month. So when Cache is 16 I can look back and remember the morning that he was so determined to get himself ready all by his big boy self.

I try my best to enjoy every moment. I write things down. I blog about it. I facebook it. I hold him tight. I listen so carefully to his little, deep voice telling me stories. I try to soak up everything.

...but I still wish I had a time machine to take me back so I can actually relive those moments. 

:)

a loss of words.

Yesterday I was world's lamest mom. I was sick and sat around all day blowing my nose, drinking cough syrup and watching pretty little liars marathon. I know. Don't judge.

Last night I vowed I would do some thing fun with Cache. My great idea, the Bean Museum. 

Wow. That really backfired. 

This was our conversation on the way there.

C: I'm so 'cited to see dem animals!!

M: We are going to have so much fun money.

C: I'm goin' to the zoo, I'm goin' to the zoo, I'm goin' to the zoo! (said in cute sing-song voice)

M: Well this place isn't the zoo. It does have animals that we can look at, they just don't move.

C: Why.

M: .....Because they are sleeping? (Question mark because I was hoping he would by that)

C: That's a zoo.

M: Kind of...

...I didn't know what to say. It just didn't feel right to say,  "Well son, they are all dead. We are walking around looking at dead animals."

On our way inside...

C: I see the zoo!

M: It isn't a zoo. It's a museum, but it will still be fun. (Lying, I know terrible)

M: The animals won't move because they're not alive.

C: (Sees a massive moose through the glass door) OH! OH MAN! OH MOM!! HIS EYES ARE OPEN! HE'S NOT SLEEPING!

M: He probably won't move still because he's not alive. (Not sure Cache knows what alive means)

C: Oh he is big! Oh he doesn't move. Dats' weird.

In the African Safari section...

C: OH! What de HECK?! What is dat' lion doing to that deer? (I think it was a gazelle)AH! He's gon eat him!

C: Why aren't they makin' sounds?

Somewhere there was a sound of monkeys and Cache's face lit up like, "maybe my mom didn't bring me to such a lame sauce place after all."

C: I wan see dos monkeys! I am cited! Where are dey?

M: I dunno, let's look for them

We never found them.

Cache was freaked out by the lack of sound and movement. Not to mention the lack of body parts. 

He was so disappointed. Now I feel guilty and I am currently looking for a day that I have free to take him to the Zoo. With living, breathing animals. 

Mommy-hood

Oh, hey there.  How's life? Good? Good.

What am I doing? Oh, I'm just trying not to fall asleep on the keyboard while I blog about this day. It was a doozy I tell you, a doozy. Which is saying a lot because I don't necessarily use that word. But I don't know how else to describe it. 

6:30 Alarm goes off. Awesome. 

8:15 I am FLYING out the door

8:25 Work, and everything that comes with it... along with several surprises

12:30 Running out the door because I am leaving late from work... again.

12:32 Text message from mom. Cache popped his pants, I need to bring new ones.

12:40 Run inside the house, grab pants, check to make sure our taxes were accepted. Take a breathe run back outside. Help the neighbor pick up all of the papers she has dropped while her son is running out in the road and the other neighbor's dog is eating the papers. I'm thinking, "Man, looks like she is having a tough day."

1:00 Drive to P-Town to pick up Cache, change cache. Go to Steve's office to help him organize things.  SIDE NOTE: THANK YOU MOM FOR WATCHING CACHE TODAY! I didn't get to see you so I thought I would throw that in there. 

...

Now here is where I have completed making the list and Cache and I go to Office Max...this is also where I went from a spunky, energetic person to a...well...THIS

Before I write down the story I have to admit, I did kind of love some of the things that happened at Office Max. That is the majority of the reason I am blogging. I laughed, I yelled Cache's name, I groaned, I gave apologetic smiles to the staff and I ran... A LOT.

Office Max

Today Cache and I went to Office Max. It was fun, entertaining, exhausting, embarrassing, enlightening and it even made me feel like saying, "Imma gonna loose my mind!"

We entered the store quite casually. The nice man at the door gave  us a cart. Cache wanted to ride inside and I thought to myself, "Oh so nice. This won't take long at all." The man asked me if I needed help finding anything and I energetically said, "I'm alright, thanks." I pulled out my list like it was a treasure map and I was off. 

10 minutes into our shopping trip the song, You Belong With Me, came on. This happens to be my ringtone. Cache jumps from the child seat to the basket and starts saying, "Mommy's phone! Mom where yo phone?! Mom I don see it!" I'm stunned because I am still getting used to Cache talking so much and when he does I just want to listen to him. He is dying to come out of the cart and look for my phone. I tell him that he HAS to stay right by me and I let him out. ZOOM! He is running circles around me trying to find my phone. 

Fast Forward several minutes to when I am looking down at my heels thinking, "Krista Kei, you couldn't have just grabbed some rubber slippers to go shopping?" I snap out of it and continue to run. I catch Cache and we have  a little chat. He stays by my side for about 5 minutes. 

The same man that greeted us at the door asked me if I was still doing okay. I hinted a sense of sarcasm. I said, "uhh..I need those letter size hanging file folders, I can't reach." He points out that they are actually on the bottom shelf to my left. During this Cache decided to go for a run...again. I say run because he always comes back, so it isn't really running away. I watch as Cache does one of his amazing quick footed turns and runs back towards me. He says, "Where scaaeee (scary) man go?" I told him that he needed to hold mommy's hand because the scary man would come and get him. Cache was holding my hand and then I was trying to find the difference between folders that were exactly the same except one was $5.42 cheaper. He takes off AGAIN...then I hear...

"AHH!! MOM! A SCAEE MAN! RUN! RUN! MOM!!" I run to the end of the aisle to see Cache pointing at the nice sarcastic man who greeted us at the door and helped me find what I needed. I smiled at him and moved Cache along. 

Cache stayed by me the rest of the time. BUT, Steve called and as I was picking up notepads and as I was talking to Steve, Cache filled the cart with pens and folders. I looked at him and he said, "Der go mommy, welcome." Then he was pretty sad when I put it all back. 

Then it was finally time to check out.... 1 HOUR later. Cache really wanted to help push and so I was letting him walk in front of me to push the cart. Everyone in the store kept waving at Cache and he just did his little Cache strut. We got to the check out stand and guess who was there to help us...the same man who greeted us. His look changed from entertained to sympathetic. Probably because he witnessed Cache open my purse and dump out all of the contents onto the floor. The man whipped around the counter to help me and as he did that I quickly stuck Cache in the shopping cart. BAD IDEA. Cache climbed onto the check out stand. I scolded him and put him back in the cart and the man kept saying, "Oh don't worry about it." Cache said, "So sorry mom." Then he sat there like an angel while the man rang us up. We were almost to the end when the man said, "Would you like the receipt in the bag?" Cache is very observant because when that machine spit out the receipt Cache ripped it out. Then he ripped out some more. Once again, I had sympathetic glances aimed at me along with the, "Really don't worry about it." and the, "Wow, he is so full of energy!" and, "Aww, he is so cute. What a little helper." 

True Story... I looked down at my pedometer as we walked to the car, I had 1523 more steps then I had before we entered Office Max.

Cache fell asleep before we even left the parking lot. 

Then we got to Steve's office and I thought Cache would sleep. Nope. His 5 minute power nap was all he needed. 

Long story short, we took him to a babysitter first chance we got. Thank you T.j and Mandi.  We got everything done, left at 7:00 pm. No matter how much energy this kid takes out of me, I love em' and we will always find more energy to have fun. Right buddy?

Cacher-roo...

No matter what mistakes you make,

No matter the headaches and sore feet you give me,

No matter how many times you may have to sit in time-out,

I will love you for eternity.

You are MY little boy.

Doesn't matter that you will be a foot taller than me when you're 10,

Doesn't matter that you will someday start thinking girls are cute,

Doesn't matter how many times I may or may not have to ground you,

You are still my little boy.

And I love you for who you are. I love you to death and it brings me to tears.

Some day I will have to thank Heavenly Father the best way I know how and that is to give you a big hug and say, "I'm so proud of you! You are going to be a great missionary." Oh, I know that will be hard for me, but..

You're the best thing that could have ever happened to your dad and me. The sacrifices we have had to make and will have to make for you are nothing compared to the wonderful things you have brought into our lives. 

I just love you lots and so does your daddy.

P.S I do realize that the sore feet are my fault and not yours. I just love me some high heels kiddo! ;)

Mommy ♥'s Cache

Summer is already going by so fast.
I have loved every second being with Cache, I'm learning a lot.
I think working full time has helped me smile through the times when Cache breaks something, grabs his poop, pees on me...etc. because to put it simply, I'm just happy to be home with him.

Two weeks ago we went to Cache's 15 month check up.

They were pretty impressed that Cache could walk backwards, and had been for about a month.

He is 32" long and weighs 23 pounds

(Length 91%tile Weight 18%tile)

Cache is a very observant little guy

Here he is sitting in my chair.

He opened up my vanity,

turned it on,

grabbed my make-up brushes and started putting it on.

Many eyeshadows have been crumbled (yes, even a MAC one).

Cache sees me stick bobby pins in my hair all the time, and I usually have some above my ear...

Now I have to hide them from Cache because he tries to stick them in his ear.

He love to copy everything his dad does.

He even works out with him (cutest thing ever).

He loves moving and he is fast.

If it was possible for us to fly, Cache would be doing that already.

He loves dancing, running, spinning and anything that keeps him going.

In Vegas he would run down the hallway so stinkin' fast,

If Mandi or Kami jumped he would stop and raise his hands in the air, thinking he had jumped.

He tries to do cartwheels with me

AND

he is

ALWAYS

on the 

GO...

He also is a very reverent prayer participant.

He will fold his arms and wait patiently until we are done. 

Cache loves helping around the house,

he vacuums, "sweeps", dusts and "helps" me with laundry.

He even helps me wipe his poopy bum. 

(SO funny)

Words:

Mama

Daddy (perfectly said...lucky Steve)

Doggy: Dah-ee

Bottle (ba-ba)...but the bottle is gone for good!

Woah! (I guess I'll count that as a word)

Thank You (Tay-oo)

Please(Pley...we are working on it, he doesn't say this one too much)

Mandi (Mah-ee)

He jibber-jabbers all the time, I love to hear it.

Possible Phrases We Are pretty sure we heard:

Bath time (Ba ime): We are pretty positive on this one

I want that: Steve and I both think we heard it and Cache was pointing at his sippy, but I hope we can get him to say it in a not so bratty way.

Cache has SIX teeth coming in right now!!

SIX!!

Including a molar  

You wouldn't know it because nothing slows this kid down.

Not even Strep throat.

My little baby isn't a baby anymore. 

Being with him through out the day has made me realize that even more. 

If I ask him to take something to Steve he'll do it.

If I ask him if he wants to read a book, he'll lead me to the bookshelf.

If I say bath time or if he says it, he'll run to the bathroom while trying to undress himself.

If I say, No Cache, he will look at me and smile and stop (usually)

If I say, clean up time, he will start putting things away.

He tries to feed himself with spoon.

He loves to play catch.

If I say, time to go, he will run to the gate and tippy-toe to try and unlatch it. 

He does the actions to twinkle-twinkle and 5 little monkeys...

I don't know when all of this happened.

But, I do know/have realized that no matter what things will come up and I need to make sure I take time to write down everything that is going on.

Because someday, this is all I will have to remember these little toddler moments.

Even if I have to stay up til' 2:00 am to do it.

Where's Mommy?

Steve says I need to put more pictures of Cache and me on our family blog.
Here you go babe:

♥,
       Krista
     

Splish Splash

Mommy's cleanin' up the bath...

at home after I started a splash.

Step one...splash

step two...look at mommy like, "really, pictures...now? fine"

Step three: 2 seconds after step two get back to splashing.

First Bath

One of the MANY things I was excited to get home from the hospital for was to give Cache a bath.My mom came over and gave Cache his first bath. He was calm at first and then he really didn't know what to think. But he smelled so yummy after! I love the smell of babymagic!

Cache

I never knew you could love someone so much, so fast. Cache was born on February 24, 2009. He weighed 8 pounds 3 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. Steve and I are so happy to have him, it is an unexplainable experience. 

I was scheduled for a c-section for Wednesday 2/25/09 at 7:30 am (which was Cache's original due date). I went to the doctor the Friday before and seeing as nothing was happening and Cache was getting bigger and bigger the doctor thought it best to do a c-section .

Monday was my first day off of work. I finished Cache's room, I cleaned the house and I slept... a lot. I thought on Tuesday I would organize the office and dust everything one more time. I was excited to know the time so I could do my hair, put on make up and be ready for new mommy pictures (you have to know me to understand this). Little did I know my son had another plan.

At 1:00 am my water broke.

"Steve!"

"huh, huh, uh are you okay?!"

"I think my water is breaking."

"Are you sure?"

I stood up and sure enough it was definitely breaking.

I took a quick shower, got dressed (skipped the whole cute hair and make-up plan), steve made sure we had everything and we were off at about 1:45.

I got out of the car and apparently my water was not done breaking. We went into the labor and delivery and before Steve could even finish the sentence to ask where to go, the security guard looked at me and said, "Level 5." 

I was clutching my purse in front of me hoping I could cover the water. By the time the elevator doors opened, someone answered the phone to let us into labor and delivery, my pants were soaked. One of the nurses gave me a blanket to wrap around me. While the other nurse started giving me papers to fill out (which I didn't know if she was serious because I had water dripping down my legs). 

At 2:50 they checked everything, called my doctor and he decided to go ahead with a c-section because Cache was still to high. I asked the nurse if this would be happening in a couple of hours and she said, "Nope this will all happen within the hour." 

I was shocked. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Steve called his parents and mine to let them know. I don' think they knew how fast this was all going to happen, but they all made it. 

The epidural was in, they wheeled me down the the operating room. I kept digging my nails into my tummy to make sure I wouldn't feel anything. I didn't If you were wondering if my husband could handle watching them cut me open...oh yes he could. He was fascinated.

I heard my baby cry. They showed Cache to me over the curtain. I started to tear up...of course. I wanted my son. After they cleaned him up a little they showed him to me again for 30 seconds :( and then he went to the nursery and I went to recovery. 

2 HOURS later they finally brought Cache to me. He was and still is the most precious thing I have ever seen! Holding him was unreal. 

That's Right!

I'M A MOMMY!!

Not just a sister

Not just an Auntie

Not just a cousin

...

A Mom.

Best Feeling

Best Experience

Best Blessing

Ever