Wow! I started writing this post when Emmalynn was just under 4 months old. Time really does go by so fast. One of my new years resolutions was to blog more and to write daily to Emmalynn. I want to get a journal of sorts to write her letters in of how I'm feeling and things we did together. Just something to remember every little thing. I wanted to do this earlier than now but better late than never, right? I thought I would be able to remember everything but its so easy to forget the little things. Luckily, I've been keeping up with her baby book and I also post on my cell phone when she hits milestones so that I can remember to add it to her baby book later. The only thing I have missed so far is the exact dates that her teeth have come in. I know the month so that's better than nothing. When I started writing this post I was telling Emmalynn's birth story. The story of the day we welcomed her into this world and into our lives. That is a day I will never forget. I know some people have heard the story but I wanted to write it down, I want to be able to come back to this a relive every moment. Every single moment. So, without further a due...I give you the day my life changed forever.
Miss Emmalynn Nichole Voiles was on April 16, 2013 at 7:50am with a head full of hair and the most beautiful cry I've ever heard. She weighed a wopping 8 pounds and 13 ounces and was 21.5 inches long. When she came into the world, the entire delivery room went "woah!" The nurses were all disappointed that she was so dark headed, everyone was hopping she had red hair like Mommy.
I went into labor on April 15th though. I had a dream that I was in labor and was having contractions but when we woke up for school, everything seemed normal. I had already had my last day at work the Friday before so all I had that day was a morning class. As I was getting ready I noticed that I had lost my mucas plug I knew that was a good thing, but I also knew that it didn't mean anything at the same time. It could still be days before I went into labor. But for some reason I felt like something was up so as Josh and I parted ways that morning, I told him not to lose his cell phone. That even if he went to the restroom, he needed to have it on him, haha. I didn't want to scare him but I had been having contractions all morning as I was getting ready for the day. Nothing big or spectacular, just contractions. I didn't make it through class that morning before I went home to lay down. I told Josh that I didn't feel right and I wanted to sleep some more. I didn't sleep. I had received a message that morning on Facebook asking me for an updated belly shot. Little did I know that it would be the last belly shot I took with my sweet Emmalynn still warm and cozy on the inside.


Josh drove out towards the mall to have lunch with me. At that point I told him that I was having contractions and that they were the real deal. I attempted timing them but was having a really hard time. The space between them was very sporadic. Josh joked at one point during lunch "You know, its really hard talking to you when you keep making faces like that." At that point I responded with, "You know, its really hard concentrating when I'm having contractions like this!". We were both scared to death but neither of us wanted to admit it to the other just yet. Josh went back to work and I went to get a pedicure :) Yes, I'm having contractions and I decided to go have my toes painted, lol. I did not want a room full of people seeing my feet and my toes not being cute! After the pedicure, I went walking around the mall some. Nothing big but I wanted to find a robe for the hospital. I maybe spent an hour shopping before going home. It was getting hard to walk or stand without hurting and I didn't want to be shopping, alone when my water broke.
I was laying down when Josh got home from work. He decided to come home a little earlier that day just incase. He had told his boss and co-workers that I was having contractions and that it may be time so no one even questioned him leaving. They had all been on baby watch as well. My contractions were still very spaced out and random so I wasn't even concerned. I was laying across the bed talking to Josh while he was folding some laundry when I felt this pop in my lower abdomen. I had read that sometimes when your water breaks, you feel a pop. So almost every time I felt a pop I would stop and wait, hoping it was my water. Just like before, I froze and of course nothing happened. So Josh and I went on talking when I started to have another contraction. That's when I felt the gush of water. I jumped up off the bed, landed on poor Miles and looked up at Josh and screamed that my water had just broke. His first reaction? Get in the bathroom and off the hard wood floors, haha. So I sprinted towards the bathroom and made it before the water works thankfully. My water broke at 5:22pm.
Now this is where Josh gets cute :) He grabs his phone and starts asking me about calling the doctor. Wanting to know what he needs to do. He is not actually running around but you can tell his mind is running non-stop. I look at him at one point and said that I would call the doctor in just a minute to let me fathom what was happening. So he starts grabbing our bags and getting some things together from the bathroom. I had packed a bag for me and Emmalynn, Josh just had to grab some clothes and our toiletries. Once I cleaned up some, I went and laid on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. I called Dr. Brody's office and received the after hours person who took all my information and called the doctor on call (who was NOT Dr. Brody). I received a phone call maybe 2 minutes later from the doctor on call who asked me several questions and then said he would call the hospital and let them know that we would be arriving within 1 to 2 hours. My first thought was "Wait, we don't have to go right now?! I'm about to pop out a kid and I can just show up whenever?"
Contractions at this point were fierce. When women tell you that contractions before your water breaks are nothing compared to after, BELIEVE them!! Josh called his brother to let him know that we would be needing the camera sooner rather than later and that we were heading to the hospital. I started texting the people on my list and calling some of them. Everyone gave us the same advice, go eat something BEFORE you get to the hospital. Eat? At a time like this, you expect me to have an appetite? So Josh and I stop at McDonalds. By the time we left the house and headed downtown, we didn't have time for much of anything and we kinda forgot to stop while we were around the mall. The drive thru is wrapped around the building so Josh parks and goes in leaving me in the car. It takes forever!! And I'm not just saying that because I was having contractions, it literally took forever. In the mean time, we have parked near the bus stop and i'm sure everyone waiting on the bus thought I was on drugs because when I had a contraction I was making some faces and every once in awhile I would let out some noises, lol.
Josh finally made it back and we drove on to Erlanger. We sat in the car, in the parking garage and ate our last meal without a baby. It was perfect. We slowed down and just soaked it all in. We were about to meet our sweet little girl. This is where I start getting nervous. I was calm, cool and collected up until this point. We have not toured the hospital either. Never really had time. I knew the entrance to use and I figured it would be labeled once we were inside where to go. It was not. Luckily a L&D nurse went at the same time we did and helped us find our way. Once upstairs, we waited for a room. Not very long thankfully. When we were in a room, they had me filling out paperwork. I was shaking so hard you wouldn't believe I filled the paperwork out. And I was so nervous that I kept writing down the wrong last name, my cell phone number was incorrect on one paper and I even had the date wrong! But we finally had all the paperwork filed away and I changed into the super stylish gown they give you and we waited.
I was laying down and settled in the bed around 8:30/9:00pm. The contractions were still not regulating but everything else seemed to be on course. I was in a good bit of pain when they would come but I didn't want to take anything. I knew I would be getting the epidural at some point so I was holding out. No one told me that you have to go through 2 bags of fluid before they will give you the epidural.It was around midnight when I finally got the epidural. There were apparently several babies being born and a few surgeries going on so I got pushed back a little bit. But when they gave me that sucker, I was in heaven!! I was able to rest some and Josh attempted to sleep a little too while we waited.
Around 6:30, nurse Ashley (who rocked by the way) checked me and said that it was getting close. We started practice pushing when Dr. Brody came in to check on me around that same time. He left and at 7 nurse Ashley was finishing her shift and the next nurse came on. Both were taking turns coaching me and helping me along. Once Dr. Brody finished his rounds he came back in and said show time! I got really nervous then. In fact, a lot of this gets fuzzy. I was in a good bit of pain. The epidural didn't really work well at this point. I'm pretty sure it was gone a good while before I started pushing.
Funny enough, Emmalynn got the nickname Turtle from her Aunt Beth while I was pregnant. She was called that in the delivery room as well. I want go into detail as to why she got that name, but you get the picture. When things weren't moving as quickly as we were wanting, Dr. Brody suggested using forceps. I had not done enough research on these but I knew I wanted to do this myself. When he brought it up, he saw the hesitation and I asked him what they were and what would happen. I loved my doctor the entire time I was pregnant and even more so after labor. He was great. He told me that it was my choice and he would not make me do anything I wasn't comfortable with. He explained to me what they were calling them metal salad tongs, haha. When I asked him to let me keep going for just a little longer, he let me. He is an amazing doctor. I pushed maybe 2 more times and went ahead and agreed to the forceps. When I did that, the room filled up with nurses and people that I hadn't seen before. Dr. Brody put on a scrub cover and differnt gloves and opened the wrapped forceps. Apparently they are really super duper sterile and its very important. This part scared me a little because so many people were around me now. Made me nervous. But I was so ready to meet our little girl. When the next contraction came, I started pushing and with the help from the forceps and Dr. Brody, Emmalynn was born. It was 7:50am on April 16. When she came out, everyone around me went "Woah". Being in the position I was, I couldn't see a whole lot and the word "Woah" is not something you want to hear, lol. "Woah what?! Whats going on? Hello!!!" Apparently my little girl had a really big head, haha. When Dr. Brody was working on me and they were cleaning Emmalynn up, he told me that I wouldn't have been able to do it on my own. I'm now happy that I agreed to the forceps. But I'm also glad I hadn't seen the horror stories that come along with forceps. I believe that they can be bad but I also believe that the doctor makes all the difference.
She has never been bashful, haha.
I was laying there in the bed looking at the nurses and doctors working on Emmalynn and I cried. I did it. I delivered my baby girl and she was finally here. I watched my husband talk to her as she cried, telling her it was ok. That everything was going to be alright. And I cried. I cried happy tears as I fell more in love with my husband, her daddy. And as they handed her to me, I cried. I did it. We did it. My perfect, beautiful healthy baby girl was in my arms. Its a feeling that I can not describe nor do I think I will ever feel it again. Those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, her mommy.
Emmalynn was perfect.
Our first family photo.
Can someone tell me where this baby is? Because the Emmalynn that is sleeping right now does not look like this little girl.
We got to go home on April 17th. We filled out her birth certificate, made her official and packed our things. I had packed a couple of outfits for Emmalynn which was a great idea considering her head was too big for the outfit I had planned for her to come home in, haha.
Ready to go home!
Now here we are, 9 months later. So much has happened between then and now. I will attempt to post monthly blogs later but for now Josh wants the computer. My goal is to blog more regularly. Hopefully I can keep this up. Hope you enjoyed!!