Baby Allison

On Tuesday, September 11th, I went in for my last OB visit. I was still at 2 cm, and was about 60% effaced. Dr. Link went ahead and scheduled me to be induced that Thursday, September 13th.

Thursday morning, I called the hospital as instructed at 5am.They told me there were no beds available. I had laid away since 3am waiting for the clock to hurry up, and was so deflated when I was turned away. I took a bath to calm myself and cried for a good 30 minutes. I was so worried I'd have to wait through the weekend. So worried I'd have to drag myself to church AGAIN after telling everyone not to expect me.

After calling back a couple more times and being told they were stull full, I decided to wash my hair and completely re-dry and straighten in. I had it perfect so that all those pictures I knew would be taken would turn out as well as they could, considering. But I thought this would give me something to do to take my mind off it. As soon as I got my hair dry so that it was a giant frizz ball on my head, the hospital called and told me to come in ASAP. Isn't that just how it goes? So I ran around frantically and threw a tiny bit of makeup on and headed to Jessica's house to drop off the kids.

We got all checked in, and they hooked me up to the pitocin right away. The doctor came in to check me and before I knew it, he had broken my water. I was still a 2-3 and hadn't progressed near as much as I figured I had. 2 hours later I was still a 3. 2 hours later a 3 1/2. Things were taking their own sweet time. As things progressed, the pain worsened and I decided to go for getting the epidural. I had held off thinking it would slow things down even more, and since I had lost a few hours in the morning, I didn't want this to take any longer than it had to. BUT, as soon as I got the epidural, things progressed much more quickly. I went from a 4 (when I got the epidural) to a 10+2 in 1 1/2 hours. 8 cm, people.

I was laying on my side trying to get some rest, and I felt pressure. I paged the nurse to come check, and she felt a head!! She quickly called my Dr, and I tried to keep that baby inside and after a few short pushes, she was born! I didn't tear at all, and everything went SO smoothly. She was a perfect 7lbs 10oz. When they laid her on me, I immediately noticed that her hair looked dark. I didn't want to believe it for fear of being dissapointed. But I just couldn't stop staring at it. Could it really be? I know it sounds silly to be so obsessed with this, but I had given up hope for a brunnette. I love my blondes, but there is something about knowing that a child of yours got something from you. Something obvious. Something that people will say makes them "look like you". That's all I wanted. And that's what I got. My girl is now 3 months old, and those gorgeous dark brown locks have not changed.