Summer has arrived!

Our sweet baby girl was born 3 weeks early on Friday, July 1, 2011!  God answered my prayer about letting her come a little early, hehe!  Preston and I had just gone to bed Thursday night after watching some Scrubs on TV and I had maybe been asleep for 20-30 mins when the spotlight outside on the side of the house went off which woke me up.  I got up and peed, got back in bed, the spotlight outside faded then all of the sudden I thought to myself, “oh no, not now, I’m too tired!”.  Sure enough, one second later my water broke right there in bed!  I hit Preston as I was jumping up and said “my water broke!” which of course since he had been asleep he was totally confused and just said “no it didn’t”.  I yelled “I’m serious, get up!” as I was running to the toilet.  Fun times.  We got all our stuff ready, loaded the car and headed to the hospital.  By now it was right at midnight, I called my mom, dad and sister to let them know what was going on and then panic set in.  I hadn’t started having contractions or cramping yet and didn’t know what to expect.  Complete terror set in once I actually got situated in the hospital bed.  I remember asking Preston what if I don’t love her or don’t feel anything about her, or what if I’m not ready… I was a mess.  Labor pains started hitting around 4 am, at first not too bad but by 5 am I had asked for some pain meds and by 6 am I had to get the epidural.  By that point I was in so much pain, I didn’t even feel the epidural needle.  After the epidural, I dozed off/on till 9:45ish and my doctor showed up and told me it was time to push.  I pushed from 10 till almost noon and she was born at 11:57 am, perfectly healthy and beautiful, neither of us had complications and everything was perfect!  God is SO good.  Now it’s Sunday and we get to go home in a few hours.  Preston is sleeping in the hospital bed next to me and I’m just sitting here reflecting.  Throughout this entire pregnancy, I haven’t been emotional or sentimental, haven’t cried or anything.  Not even during or after the birth (well during, I cried a little out of sheer pain!) but now just sitting here alone for the first time in a few days, emotions are starting to get the best of me.  I just can’t believe what a beautiful gift God has given us and how He has orchestrated the whole process of life so that we are able to experience it in this way.  Having a daughter… a baby, just makes you want to totally bow down before God and just say “thank you” over and over a million times….  It’s definitely something I wish everyone could experience.Here’s a picture of our little baby.  She was born with lots of dark hair, just like I was!

And I just realized that I never posted pictures of the nursery.  Here is one and a link to more is below.

https://picasaweb.google.com/Preston.Vicki/Nursery#