For the fourth of July we decided to take a trip to Yellowstone National Park. I asked my doctor if it would be okay since I was 33 weeks pregnant and he didn't see any reason why I shouldn't do that. Well...while I was up there I began noticing signs of labor. I kept an eye on it and made sure I knew where all the hospitals were within a 100 mile radius at all times. There were a few touch and go moments but I managed not to have the baby while we were up there.
However...on July 4th I got the call from my son. My granddaughter was born!!! Baby A was 5lbs 8oz. Such a tiny little peanut :)
When we got back to Colorado I went to the doctor right away. It turned out that I was in labor -- and I was only 33 weeks! Yikes! They admitted me to the hospital and there I stayed...until 35 weeks when they let me go with strict instructions to not do anything for another week. So bedrest it was...you have no idea how hard it is to do absolutely nothing until you have to. It's pure torture for somebody like me!
At 36 weeks to the day my water broke. I drove myself to the hospital (because that's how I roll...lol). It was my longest delivery -- took 12 hours! This is how my husband labored with me:
At 2:35am on July 27th I delivered my daughter, another Baby A - a very healthy 7lbs 4oz!
Well...at first she was healthy. After a few hours it became obvious how jaundiced she was. I sobbed my eyeballs out because it meant ANOTHER week in the hospital. But at least she was allowed to stay in my room instead of the NICU.
Then FINALLY we were allowed to go home!!
It's been a whirlwind ever since. She's an excellent sleeper and I couldn't ask for a happier baby. Guess I'll sign off with this post with a photobomb :)
Baby A - five months
Baby A 3 months
Baby A 7 months
Baby A 4 months
C & N with Niece A and Auntie A
Me and Baby A (my daughter...not granddaughter)
Baby A 7 months :)
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