Life at its best: This is embarassing....

Wow. So I was very proud of myself not long ago about keeping up with my blogging. This past February would have been two years that I have been actively blogging about our family and what we were up to. I guess February was sort of crazy because of the amount of snow we got here and the amount of school we missed. Which, I would think would have been a great excuse for me to blog. But who knows - I think facebook has sort of ruined my whole blogging experience because I have done everything on there and nothing here. There are many things throughout the day that I think would be great blogging moments and that I should document them for my online scrapbook, but just never do. I vow to start being more vigilant about blogging and to capture some of those memorable moments that are now distant memories in my mind.....

So lots has happened since January 4th and my last entry. March 9th successfully completed my second pregnancy and the arrival of our beautiful baby girl Mollie. I was due March 14th and had a pretty good idea she was going to be arriving early by the amount of contractions and just the fact that Jackson was 4 days early so why wouldn't she be? To make a long story short, on March 9th I went and worked a full day. Felt around 90% all day, with the occasional contraction here and there, but nothing that made me stop in my tracks. I called the nurse that day because I had been having contractions, but they were not consistent and nothing I would call serious, but I wanted to make sure that I was to wait until they were 5 minutes apart for an hour. And she confirmed that. I got off the phone with her at 352pm. Still felt somewhat fine. When I went inside the house and began opening a few gifts I started to feel very strong contractions that were almost difficult to talk through. My mom and Jackson left around 4pm to go get Brandon with the anticipation that once he arrived home we would head to Dover. Well, while he was gone my contractions got worse, quick. They were around 5 minutes at 4pm and the went to about 70seconds apart by around 445pm when the ambulance came to take me to Christiana. I have never been so scared and alone in my life from the time that my mom and Jack left until they got back home with Brandon. I fully expected to have Mollie in our bedroom here at home. But thankfully the EMTs talked me through it and we barely rolled into L&D and Mollie was born at 516pm. No drugs this round. I was contemplating this from the beginning and was leaning towards no drugs. Glad the decision was made for me because I'm not sure I would have been a strong enough person if I was in the hospital going through all that pain.

Being pregnant with Mollie was a challenge. From the beginning being sick all the time until around week 18 was miserable. I never thought the nausea would end. And thankfully it did. Then the previa that thankfully went away around week 34, but just in time to find low amniotic fluid. This was lasted until week 37 where the levels finally rose enough they stopped checking me twice a week (I have the lovely u/s bills to prove that!). Then the quick delivery - that was one for the books in my opinion. It never dawned on me that something could not be right - because when she arrive and I saw her she was perfect. And yes, I did say in the ambulance on the way to the hospital that I was going to kill her before she was even born, but I take that back now. She is a great baby and I'm very glad I endured the pain to be her mom.

Here is a few pictures from her first month with us. The transition from 3 in our family to 4 has gone, I think, quite smoothly. Jackson is a great big brother and still a wonderful part of my existence. He is definitely a strong-willed boy and can be hard to tame at times, but his sense of humor and stories just make me smile. The pictures are backwards - from yesterday back to when Mollie was just two hours old being held by her brother. I am so thankful, and so blessed.