May 19, 2009

I was scheduled to be induced on the 21st. My mom was flying in on the 20th and Isaac's parents were coming in on the 21st. No hospital bag was packed because.....I had 2 MORE DAYS. I had NO contractions.....and 2 more days of work before I called it quits to welcome this baby into the world....on the 21st. She was not going to catch me off guard...nope, nope, nope.

Then, the 19th happened. No groceries were bought (again, i had 2 more days), there were dishes in the sink and my husband was still on his dang crutches. I woke up to get ready for work around 6:30. Suspecting something was wrong.....possible amniotic leakage. I decided I was paranoid and that googling it on the internet would put me at ease....I went downstairs, input my question on our google home page and........GUSH! How ironic is it that I was googling about water breaking when my water broke? I rushed upstairs and started yelling at a sleeping Isaac.

Me- "My water just broke!!! Crap, we have furniture being delivered today! I have two more days. I NEED two more days. I have to go to work!(gush, gush....down my leg) Ewww....I have to get in the shower!"

Isaac- "huh? Are you sure?"

Kelsie- " Uh, yeah I am sure. I have complete bladder control....this is not that"

Isaac- "Yesssss. That means you won't get stretch marks after all. Yessssss."

Kelsie - gush....gush.....:(

After a quick shower and packing the hospital bag (all of which I got to load into the car, the joys of having a husband on crutches. Not quite the way I had pictured it) we were off to the hospital. Next came some crazy insane contractions, ice chips, an epidural (AAaahhhHHH), 12 hours and over an hour of pushing (pushing sucks), at 9:18 PM Adlee was born. I cried as hard as she did when she came out, and I wanted to hold her even though she was covered in nasty white stuff. That is love.

Isaac watched the whole thing and he still loves me :) He ate a cheese burger while all I could eat was ice chips and I still love him.

Life is good....

stalker

This little lady is now running our house....I am pretty sure that if she could talk and walk she would head down to the police station and get some kind of restraining order against me. I just stare at her in amazement. I try not to be to creepy--but I can't help it. :)

Did you like how Isaac updated the blog from the hospital? The pre/post epidural pictures didn't even phase me......because I had an epidural and nothing could have made me feel bad. Nothing. ;) I told the doctor that gave me the epidural that I would gladly have his baby next....he made me that happy.

Budda Baby

Smothered by mommy :)

Hangin' with Daddy :)

First bath at home

Grandma Trujillo

Welcome Home!

First car ride

Yawn....

Dr. Visit 5/22/09

Adlee Maylen Trujillo

She finally arrived last night at 9:18pm. She measures 19 inches and weighs 6 lbs 1 ounce. She is so unbelievably beautiful we just can't believe it. We feel very blessed to have her with us finally. Kelsie is doing well, only slightly traumatized. We will be spending a couple days here at the hospital and relying heavily on both grandmothers to take her when Kelsie and I need to get some sleep. Thank you to all of you who have been so supportive the last 24 hours.

T-Minus 10 Minutes To Push

Now it's 7:45 local time. Family has arrived off their last minute flights from Utah. Kelsie has fulfilled all her 'measurements' for having this baby. The nurses are just waiting for her head to drop a touch. They should be rushing in any minute with our doctor to start the pushing. Spirits are up as you can imagine from my last post. Next post should include some pics.

Latest Update From The Delivery Room:

Kelsie before the epidural

Kelsie after the epidural

Today's The Day!!!!

El ague es brokencito... translation ------ the water has broke. This is the baby daddy reporting from Shea Hospital in Scottsdale Arizona. We've gotten settled into a room complete with ESPN and WIFI internet and a pretty sweet recliner. Kelsie is also doing pretty good, she's all hooked up to I.V.s and monitors. Our doctor, wonderful Dr. Sara Giali, predicts a baby arrival time of sometime this evening. We've got family scrambling up in Utah trying to get flights to come down. This wasn't supposed to happen for a few more days. I've got a feeling this won't be the first time this little girl gets her way. Thanks for all you supportive calls and texts. More updates to come.

How embarrassing......

Can you totally tell that I am sucking in...??? This picture is me last night at 37 weeks and 4 days (because every day counts :)) If this Arizona heat does not put me into labor---well, I don't think anything will.

I now understand the phrase "barefoot and pregnant" because I am totally living it. I am down to about 2 pairs of flip flops that fit without making my feet want to scream! (37 weeks)

People don't make eye contact with me anymore....their eyes go directly to the belly--it is where your eyes are going every picture so far, huh?


Doesn't Ashlee look like a proud father in this picture? I love her.

The new crib (try to pry your eyes away from the belly to look at the house). I promise the weeds are gone now....and we have plenty of room for visitors!
Oh, how I miss my feet and ankles. This is the view from the top looking down.

The best lines I have heard thus far into the pregnancy are:

(I am 11 weeks pregnant and about to find out the sex of the baby, a co-worker states)--"I am sure that you are having a girl....they say that girls steal your beauty"

"Oh, I can tell that you are filling out in your cheeks"

"That belly really brings out the green in your eyes"

"The turkey is done"

I also had a weird gypsy looking lady tell me that by the looks of me I am having a boy. When I told her it was a girl--she stated again that it was a boy and that she never gets it wrong.

Be prepared for me to really lose my sanity if this baby comes out a boy. I am barely mentally prepared for a baby....let alone if it comes out a different gender than I have been planning for. I have had several dreams that 'she' came out a 'he' and I have spent the whole next day flustered. Isaac thinks I am crazy to even consider she is a he...he insists that it would be more than obvious on an ultrasound if it was a boy that was related to him ;)

Disclaimer: If the baby taking up (a lot) of space in my belly is indeed a boy--I will love you, I promise.....I just may be dressing you in pink for awhile.