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My BABY is ONE!!

Little Halloran, is one today!

So, about 5 1/2 hours earlier, at 3:51 am, there was my beautiful baby girl! Around 11pm that night, I was just not falling asleep! I was having contractions, but I was totally trying to ignore them. HISTORY: I had 3 episodes of preterm labor with little Halloran around 31, 32, and 34 weeks and was put on a two week modified bed rest. I got throught the bed rest and had gone back to work for about a week.

Finally, around 1:45 am, I told Tom he should probably call our neighbor Katie and have her come over, because these contractions were not going away. Poor guy (and neigbor), had gone through this routine twice, in snow storms in the middle of the night a few weeks ago!!

But, like the great man he is, he got out of bed and called. We got to the hospital around 2:15am, my water broke about 20-30 minutes later, got my epidural and I was ready to push! In fact as soon as I got the epidural, my midwife checked me and she was like, "Well, you're ready, but we'll give the epidural a couple of minutes to kick in!" Wow!

My mom and sister had gotten there and said Hi, but then my mom had to go find Tom to tell him we were having a baby...NOW! He got there and I pushed twice and boom...there she was, at 3:51 am on March 19th, 2007!

She weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz, 21 inches long! She was cute and pink and had a mohawk of hair!! My little rocker.

I still feel like I just had her. And now, she's walking, saying a couple of words and so determined about everything she does. She is beautiful...

Comments

Ehlan said…
Happy Birthday Halloran! Sounds like a great L & D too! I hope when #2 comes around for us, it echos your #2!!
Miss said…
now that sounds like how labor is SUPPOSE to be! =)

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