My happy surprise ending...

I am just in awe of how things have worked out this week.  I got my wish...I went into labor on my own! And all of the things that I thought would cause me heart failure if they didn't come together, didn't end up causing me heart failure :)  Everything worked itself out...which was the one scenario I would never have come up with on my own.

My labor became really regular and intense by 9 pm on Friday night.  I warned Bryan it was a small possibility we may have to go in, so he got up and started gathering his things.  At 10, the contractions were much closer, and were much more intense.  I didn't know what to do, so I asked him for a blessing.  He blessed me that my Spirit would know what my body was trying to say and that I would be able to follow those promptings to know what I needed to do.  I was looking for a more specific answer obviously, but as it turned out, I actually made a decision, and felt pretty good about at least getting checked to make sure I wasn't in labor.  Because like I said, there was no way my body would do this on it's own...not when my doctor was out of town...not when we had places to be the next day...and certainly not before my due date, that would just be, what's the word, Vincini?  Inconceivable!

When we got to the hospital late Friday night/Saturday morning, I totally expected them to check me and send me home, so after a couple hours when they said they were admitting me, I was completely dumbfounded.  Things progressed a little differently from my other labors, but the all over time was about the same beginning to end.

I pushed maybe 3 times...maybe.  Once she decided to come, she came super quickly.  When the doctor first saw her head, he said I think we may have guessed high on her weight.  But as soon as he saw her belly he amended that comment :)  He was like, "you were right, she's BIG."  Big ended up only being 9 lbs 14 oz which I was more than happy with.  I was okay with the thought of a 10 pounder, but pretty terrified she would be 11 or more, so my little 9+ pounder didn't really phase me...it was perfect.  She was perfect.  Healthy.  Happy.  Beautiful.  Perfect.

Bryan thinks she looks a lot like Aeden did when he was born.  I think just because she is still fresh on my mind, she looks a lot like Belen, but with shorter hair.  I'm excited to get home and pull out baby books and compare.

I get to go home in the morning.  I think the thing I am looking forward to the very most is having all of my children in one place, and just soaking up the fact, and enjoying the moment that they are finally all here.