She's here! She surprised us and came 4 days early. She went almost a week without a name, but she has one now. Addison Dawn Schmid was born on Tuesday, November 28th at 10:17 am. She weighed 8lbs 3oz and is 21 inches long. She is soooo cute and we are all enjoying her very much, even her brother who said he would scream and run out of the house and he and his dad would have to move into the garage if we had another girl.
So I slept in until 8am on Tuesday. I woke up and was rushing to get the kids ready for school (they go at 9 and Aubrey has pre-school at 9:30) so I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that I was in labor. When you are 9 months pregnant and you first get out of bed, every thing kind of hurts and it takes a while for all the creaks to work their way out so I just thought my discomfort was from just getting out of bed. It took me about 15 minutes to think, "ya know, these could be labor pains". But I still didn't quite believe it, I was expecting to go over my due date by at least 5 days like I have with all the others. I thought I should call and let Steve know that maybe there was a possibility that I was in labor so I called and said "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be in labor so you should make sure and answer all my calls right away today-just in case." He said he was on his way home right now and I kept telling him I didn't think that was necessary but he did. Then I called my mom (she lives about 30 minutes away but works right by my house). My dad answered the phone and he thought he was being so funny by tricking my mom because all I said was "Hi" and he started saying "you what! You are! You're on your way to the hospital right now!" and I could hear my mom in the background freaking out. And I any trying to say "dad, I really think I could be having the baby now" but he is still going on. Finally he let me get out what I was trying to say which was "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be having the baby today so mom should bring her stuff with her when she comes to work. About 15 minutes later I called Steve and my mom back and said "remember when I said I didn't think I was in labor, I was wrong." Steve came home and got the kids off to school. I had just taken a shower and started drying my hair and Steve comes in the bathroom and says "you're kidding me! You're drying your hair!" And I said "yeah I'm dryin' my hair there's gonna be pictures involved in this whole thing and I have plenty of time!" Silly me, I thought I would be in labor forever. In fact I had the whole day planned out so that I could finish my Christmas shopping while the kids were in school. I had my lists of stores to go to and everything I needed to get at those stores and everything and it even crossed my mind that I probably could make it to a few stores before I went to the hospital. Anyway, thankfully my dear husband hurried me along to the hospital. We were driving there and it was taking forever and we were seriously hitting every single red light between here and there. And about halfway there I started freaking out. My contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and a few of them were only 1 minute apart and I started feeling a lot of pressure. I was like "HONEY, you were right I shouldn't have dried my hair. HURRY UP AND GET ME THERE!!!!" So we get to the hospital and go to labor and delivery and there is another girl there checking in and the nurse is taking her own sweet little time and she takes the other girl back to a room and says she will be back in a minute. She finally came back and starts slowly checking us in and I am having a contraction and she finally asked if this was my first baby and I said no, my fourth. And she asked how far apart my contractions were and I said about 2 or 3 minutes. Well, then she started to move a little faster. She said, we can register you later, lets just get you to a room. Thankfully my doctor was at the hospital at the time or he would have missed the whole thing. He came in and said he didn't want to break my water because the baby's head was still pretty high up and sometimes if you break the water when the head is that high up the cord will fall out. So he said he was going to get a surgical needle and poke a small hole in it so it would slowly leak out. So he sent a nurse to go get a needle and foolishly decided to stay sitting on the end of my bed waiting for the needle. "POOSH!!!" Yeah, he got all wet. I'm like "sorry". Guess he won't make that mistake again. So then everyone started throwing stuff to the side and the doctor is yelling "I need gloves! NOW!!" And I was screaming (did I mention that I was not going to have and epidural because after my last experience with one I decided there was no way in heck I was ever going to let anyone stick a needle in my back. EVER!) So I am screaming and I feel like I had every right to scream at this moment and my doctor says "don't scream, just try and focus that energy on pushing. And I felt like screaming "are you really telling me not to scream! Have you ever tried to push one of these things out!" But it hurt too bad for me to try and put any words in my screams. So I am pushing her out and her head is out and the doctor said "now stop pushing for a minute". And I am thinking "no way in heck am I gonna stop pushing! " So I pushed even harder. All I could think about was the fact that I needed to get this baby out of me RIGHT NOW before I die. Then she was out and Steve said "honey, it's a girl." And they gave her to me and she was so sweet and I was so glad she was out and I thought, ok...I can never do that ever again. She was born about 40 minutes from the time we arrived at the hospital. I am glad it was quick, but it still wasn't quick enough. I guess I shouldn't complain. I should be happy it wasn't a five hour ordeal like the last 2 or better yet, 12 1/2 hours like Zac was.
Anyway, she is doing great. She is such a good baby. She is even turning into a good sleeper. She slept all night last night. In fact I had to wake her up this morning at 8:30 so I could feed her. She does have jaundice and I have had to take her into the doctor a million times to have her blood drawn to make sure the jaundice doesn't get too bad. You should see her poor little heels were they keep taking the blood out. Here are some pictures of our little cutie.
So I slept in until 8am on Tuesday. I woke up and was rushing to get the kids ready for school (they go at 9 and Aubrey has pre-school at 9:30) so I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that I was in labor. When you are 9 months pregnant and you first get out of bed, every thing kind of hurts and it takes a while for all the creaks to work their way out so I just thought my discomfort was from just getting out of bed. It took me about 15 minutes to think, "ya know, these could be labor pains". But I still didn't quite believe it, I was expecting to go over my due date by at least 5 days like I have with all the others. I thought I should call and let Steve know that maybe there was a possibility that I was in labor so I called and said "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be in labor so you should make sure and answer all my calls right away today-just in case." He said he was on his way home right now and I kept telling him I didn't think that was necessary but he did. Then I called my mom (she lives about 30 minutes away but works right by my house). My dad answered the phone and he thought he was being so funny by tricking my mom because all I said was "Hi" and he started saying "you what! You are! You're on your way to the hospital right now!" and I could hear my mom in the background freaking out. And I any trying to say "dad, I really think I could be having the baby now" but he is still going on. Finally he let me get out what I was trying to say which was "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be having the baby today so mom should bring her stuff with her when she comes to work. About 15 minutes later I called Steve and my mom back and said "remember when I said I didn't think I was in labor, I was wrong." Steve came home and got the kids off to school. I had just taken a shower and started drying my hair and Steve comes in the bathroom and says "you're kidding me! You're drying your hair!" And I said "yeah I'm dryin' my hair there's gonna be pictures involved in this whole thing and I have plenty of time!" Silly me, I thought I would be in labor forever. In fact I had the whole day planned out so that I could finish my Christmas shopping while the kids were in school. I had my lists of stores to go to and everything I needed to get at those stores and everything and it even crossed my mind that I probably could make it to a few stores before I went to the hospital. Anyway, thankfully my dear husband hurried me along to the hospital. We were driving there and it was taking forever and we were seriously hitting every single red light between here and there. And about halfway there I started freaking out. My contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and a few of them were only 1 minute apart and I started feeling a lot of pressure. I was like "HONEY, you were right I shouldn't have dried my hair. HURRY UP AND GET ME THERE!!!!" So we get to the hospital and go to labor and delivery and there is another girl there checking in and the nurse is taking her own sweet little time and she takes the other girl back to a room and says she will be back in a minute. She finally came back and starts slowly checking us in and I am having a contraction and she finally asked if this was my first baby and I said no, my fourth. And she asked how far apart my contractions were and I said about 2 or 3 minutes. Well, then she started to move a little faster. She said, we can register you later, lets just get you to a room. Thankfully my doctor was at the hospital at the time or he would have missed the whole thing. He came in and said he didn't want to break my water because the baby's head was still pretty high up and sometimes if you break the water when the head is that high up the cord will fall out. So he said he was going to get a surgical needle and poke a small hole in it so it would slowly leak out. So he sent a nurse to go get a needle and foolishly decided to stay sitting on the end of my bed waiting for the needle. "POOSH!!!" Yeah, he got all wet. I'm like "sorry". Guess he won't make that mistake again. So then everyone started throwing stuff to the side and the doctor is yelling "I need gloves! NOW!!" And I was screaming (did I mention that I was not going to have and epidural because after my last experience with one I decided there was no way in heck I was ever going to let anyone stick a needle in my back. EVER!) So I am screaming and I feel like I had every right to scream at this moment and my doctor says "don't scream, just try and focus that energy on pushing. And I felt like screaming "are you really telling me not to scream! Have you ever tried to push one of these things out!" But it hurt too bad for me to try and put any words in my screams. So I am pushing her out and her head is out and the doctor said "now stop pushing for a minute". And I am thinking "no way in heck am I gonna stop pushing! " So I pushed even harder. All I could think about was the fact that I needed to get this baby out of me RIGHT NOW before I die. Then she was out and Steve said "honey, it's a girl." And they gave her to me and she was so sweet and I was so glad she was out and I thought, ok...I can never do that ever again. She was born about 40 minutes from the time we arrived at the hospital. I am glad it was quick, but it still wasn't quick enough. I guess I shouldn't complain. I should be happy it wasn't a five hour ordeal like the last 2 or better yet, 12 1/2 hours like Zac was.
Anyway, she is doing great. She is such a good baby. She is even turning into a good sleeper. She slept all night last night. In fact I had to wake her up this morning at 8:30 so I could feed her. She does have jaundice and I have had to take her into the doctor a million times to have her blood drawn to make sure the jaundice doesn't get too bad. You should see her poor little heels were they keep taking the blood out. Here are some pictures of our little cutie.
