Labor Story.

My due date was April 5th. On April 8th, 2013 my water broke at 6:15am when I got up to pee. At first I thought it was pee so I just stood at the end of the bed cause the whole pregnancy I never peed myself, as I went to walk out of the room, water everywhere. I looked at Matt sleeping and said Matt my water broke and he said seriously? And hoped out of the bed fat and excited, and then went and washed his hair. He told his mom and told her not to rush cause we wanted time to get settled into the room. The ride was only 10 minutes and I soaked through 3 towels. I remember the only emotion I was feeling was fear even though I wasn’t feeling any pain yet. We walked in and got settled into our room, when the nurse came in and helped me into the bed and put a pad down for me hooked me up and put the IV in, the fear set in even more. Both our parents arrived and it was a waiting game from there. Few hours later and I started to feel my contractions, weren’t painful but I felt them. They started go in me pitocen around 4 and my contractions got stronger. At 5cm my contractions were still bearable but I wanted the epidural just in cause they started to hurt cause it was a 30 minute wait for it. I have to say the epidural was the worst part of the whole experience it was so painful. After that my legs went numb, but I could still move my left leg. At about 9 I realized the epidural had failed on my left side and I was feeling everything and thought my body was shutting down it hurt so bad, I couldn’t sit still. They rolled me around and put more medicine in my epidural line and it got better. My doctor came and checked me after a while and I was 8cm, my family was hungry so everyone left to go eat. Right when they left my doctor came to check me again, I was 10 and ready to push so needless to say my family hauled ass back. Hands down the scariest moment of my life when they told me it was ready to push. It was time to meet the baby that I had been growing for 9 months. Time to be a mommy. They lifted me up and put the light on me and I started pushing, Matt was so incredible and the tears rolling down his face when he was telling me he could see his head and that I could do it and was doing a great job, I will never forget that. I pushed for 1 1/2 and finally Rylan was placed on top of me at 10:49pm at 7lbs 4oz and 20 1/2 inches long. It was a day I will never forget and I can’t wait to do it again ❤️💜💜

8 months old.

Rylan loves to crawl, try to race his way into the kitchen to eat cat food before I catch him, pick up any microscopic item on the floor and put it in his mouth, pulling hair, sticking his finger in my mouth and laughing when I say ew, hates baby food, loves mashed potatoes, climbing all over us when he wakes up, destroying window blinds, grabbing himself any opportunity he can, pear juice, spaghetti. He gets into everything, I get about 4 hours of sleep, and I’m constantly chasing him around or holding him. But I wouldn’t have it any other way this little boy is my entire life and I look at him and know that I’ve done something right. These past 8 months have been the best and I can’t wait to watch him grow and find his place in this world, with his momma and dash by his side through everything.