Guess who’s “big four”?!?

Last night I snuck into her bedroom brushed the hair off her sweet little face.

Tucked her “dibbi dibbi” around her shoulders and Kissed the top of her head before turning and sneaking back out of her room.

Has it really been 4 years since she came into our lives and changed our world forever?

four years.

I can not imagine life without her in it.

She makes me laugh, oh does she make me laugh.

She is the busiest, happiest little one but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Smart & loves to explore.

One smile can warm your heart and she always has a story to tell.

Her favorite color is orange.

Her favorite toy is “Doc McStuffins”.

Thankfully she got more Doc shirts for her birthday because washing the same 3 shirts so she has something to wear is a little daunting!

 

I’m always a little reflective when my kids celebrate a birthday so I thought I would look back at the day she were born:

{{warning.. birth story so if your squeamish you might want to stop reading}}

   **reposted from my old blog {now that sounds weird}**

Our newest Addition….As most of you know I had been dealing with Braxton hicks on and off since Thanksgiving and had done 1 trip to labor and delivery for a non-stress test and the very next day (which was my birthday) I was back thinking that “this was it!”We were wrong…they sent me home as we weren’t progressing fast enough for them to keep me.

Actually, she said that I had a “cranky uterus” so, we went home.

The contractions continued but they didn’t really have a pattern and they defiantly weren’t doing anything to convince me that we were having this baby any time soon.

Fast forward to the 5th of November.

My dear friend came over for coffee and unfortunately “shared” the stomach flu with my entire family unbeknownst to me at the time.

Mr.D promptly started getting sick late Friday night so I was thankful that baby hadn’t arrived yet as I didn’t want to deal with a sick baby as well.

Thankfully he is such a trooper and he got over it pretty quick!

Saturday went by with me cleaning like a crazy woman then I crashed and had a really long nap.

Guess my body knew before I did what was coming next!

Early Sunday afternoon we were back at labor and deliver to get “checked”

My back hurt so bad I was convinced that I was in labor and found out that I was in “early labor” and just like last time I wasn’t progressing fast enough so they sent me home and told me to nap and get some rest.

They said my back was hurting because baby was “sunny side up” and to get on all fours and the baby would turn. I was dilated 1.5 cm and 60% effaced at the time so I went home.

Frustrated but I knew that my doctor’s appointment was the next day and the doctor was going to strip my membranes and get the “show on the road” so I went home and napped. Got a good one in too until the phone ran!

It was my mil calling to tell me that Giggles was throwing up and wanted her momma so, I grabbed some ginger ale from the grocery store and headed over to get her.

Stepped out of my van and promptly threw up in their rock garden.

Great! Just great eh!

So, Giggles and I headed home to get some rest.

She was such a trooper and only got sick two more times and then she was totally fine.

I, on the other hand was a blubbering mess.

We ended up heading to bed at 6:45 for the night but I spent most of that time running back and forth to the washroom.

Add to the fact that Giggles is sleeping on the floor in my room and I have to navigate around her to get to the washroom too each and every time I need to get in there.

I was starting to feel like I was disturbing the entire world! :teehee

Around 1:00 I got a hankering for some apple juice.

The things you want when you are sick!

So, I went and got a nice cold glass of apple juice and had 1 sip and it bounced.

Then I wanted an ice cube.

Tried that and it bounced.

You know you are really really sick when you are sitting on the toilet and throwing up in a pail your in trouble.

Around 1:10 I had a HUGE contraction that sucked the very wind out of you and you know that you are in really really big trouble!

I headed to the computer and pulled up the contraction monitor.

I timed 4 contractions.

They were 1 1/2 minutes long and 3 minutes apart.

Time to go!

And of course, I felt like I had to go pee so I went to the washroom and felt a “pop” and knew that my water had broken and it was time to get to the hospital.

Waddled upstairs, flicked on the light in our closet and told my hubby “time to go!”

Which woke him up in a hurry.

I got dressed went all the way downstairs to the basement to tell my oldest she needed to come up and watch Giggles as we were going to the hospital.

Grabbed my coat and the hospital bag and told my dh I would wait for him in the van. :teehee

We left the house around 1:30ish. Hubby ran every red light and it’s a good thing we did!

Once we got to the hospital they put me in a wheelchair and took me up to labor and delivery.

The contractions were intense and like a wave one after another after another. The porter wheeled me into the elevator and all I kept thinking was “not again…no, not again!!” (Giggles was born in the elevator)

Once I was out I felt a little better!

they wheeled me into the “assessment” room and I looked at the nurse and told her that I felt like I needed to push so they took me straight to delivery.

I remember looking at the clock and it read 1:50 when we got in there.

I got up on the bed and they checked me.

I was 9.5 cm and ready to go.

Pushed for 9 minutes and she was out!

She was 8lbs. 2oz and 19 inches long and a head of gorgeous brown hair.

Where that came from is beyond me.

My babies are usually bald! She has lighter blue eyes too which was a surprise along with the fact we were thinking that she was actually a he!

My fastest delivery yet! (thankfully she is my last…or the next one would be a home birth!)

No time for meds….again!

Of course because she was born so fast her face was quite bruised and the capillaries in her eyes popped leaving the whites completley but almost 8 days later she is looking less and less bruised.

She still has some bruising but not like she did in the beginning.

I can not wait to see what she looks like with her normal coloring but that might be a little while longer.

This was her at 6 days old so you can see how much her face is healing.

And now my adventure with 4 has started…some days we get NOTHING done but I think in a few weeks time we will get back to normal.

**fingerscrossed**

 

How adorable are those teeny tiny toes?  **happy sigh** 

Alright..enough!  

I have a party to finish cleaning up after….

(I have posted pictures of her on her 4th birthday on facebook so make sure to take a peak there too.)