This is quite possibly the longest and most graphic post I've ever written.
Boys and squeamish persons beware.
There MAY be a little TMI going on here.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
I have been reading a lot of birth stories out there in the blogosphere and decided that it is an excellent idea to document how it all went down. I would love to have a record of what I can remember, sort of a journal post because let's face it, I suck at journaling and this blog is the closest thing I've got to having one. And facing facts, after three kids my memory is shot! So not only for me, but for my sweet Amelia. I would love for my beautiful daughter to be able to some day read how she came into this world and all the surrounding things that happened that day. Another reason I'm putting this out there is I want to share my experiences with other women. Its sort of a bonding experience to be able read and commiserate with someone else's birth story.
I admit I love reading birth stories and crying remembering how I felt when I gave birth and laughing at the mishaps and just feeling a general camaraderie with other women out there, some of which I've never even met. Giving birth is such an
I was talking to my Dad. I called to let them know we were heading to the hospital. He told me my mom was already on her way. The last time I had a baby, I called my mom when we went to the hospital and she didn't get there in time. So this time, she had a bag ready and was out the door when she got the call.