Three Children here and I am feeling complete. Maybe. There is always room for one more, but right now my heart is full. I am thankful for my 3 precious children. Olivia Rose Johnson arrived on a Tuesday afternoon Feb. 5th 2013, just before noon. She weighed in at 7.9oz and was 21 some inches long. She looks a lot like her brother and sister with a little more hair then Xander had and not as much as Lucelia had.
I woke up Monday morning with Contractions. They were about 5 min apart and lasting about 30sec. I had Jeremy stay home from his Monday morning work meeting but sent him off to school because the contractions died off. Only coming every 10 to 20 min. We hired my niece Megan to be our Nanny for a few weeks and she showed up about 10:30am. We waited for Xander to get home from Preschool and then we drove around and I showed her all the different places that she would have to take him. I kept having contractions.....but nothing consistent. Jeremy kept calling and asking if I was going into Labor. "No sweetie" Come home if you want but I don't think this is it. Nothing consistent. He came home.
We had yummy steak sandwiches for dinner and then Jeremy and I decided to go walk around the mall. The contractions came stronger if I walked around. We went to go buy a baby wrap, and they did not have them. I saw a kiosk in the mall that was doing eyebrow plucks with thread and it was only 12 dollars so I figured what the heck. I kept on having contractions and they were stronger and closer, and my eyebrows looked wonderful.
We decided to go to another store in Westminster to get the wrap, they had them. Contractions were coming stronger. Some workers asked if I was in Labor as I made pain faces as we were walking around. Jeremy enthusiastically replied yes. We made everyone happy. There is something about new babies and women in Labor, that makes people happy. I am glad they were happy. I was in pain.
We came home and I told Jeremy, I would call the doctor if the contractions kept coming until 8:30pm. They kept coming. I stood up to call and I felt a trickle down my leg. The Doctor said to go to the hospital for a Labor check and fluid check.
When we arrived at the hospital and they put me on the monitor, my contractions stopped. Nothing. I told the nurse that they were stronger, if I walked around. She told me to get up and walk around for an hour. So Jeremy and I walked around for an hour and the contractions came back.
I was at a 4 and since I tested positive for Group B strep and wanted to put me on Antibiotics, they kept me! I thought for sure that they would put me on PIT to keep the contractions steady, like they did for my last two babies, but they didn't and the contractions kept coming. My body was doing its job, all on its own! My goal was to make it to a 6 or a 7 before I took the epidural and I did it. It was painful and I really did not have husband support as he was asleep on the couch and a little grumpy, but he tried.
I kept getting different nurses. One came in about 5 in the morning and checked me and said I was at an 8 and that I would for sure be having this baby in the next hour. I was so excited and proud of my little body, but my little body stalled. My contractions slowed down and I didn't see another nurse until like 7am. Jeremy and I started to get frustrated with every text from family members asking if I had had this little bundle yet.
I began to go into c-section mode and negative thoughts once again began to enter my mind. I was not progressing. On a positive note, the baby Olivia was doing GREAT! Her heart rate was wonderful the whole labor which was a problem with both Celia and Xander.
The Doctor came in and said they were going to put me on PIT to pick up the contractions and see what happens. So we waited and waited and they came back about 10:30am and increased my PIT again. The nurse told me to buzz her, if I felt pressure. About 11:20am, I thought I felt pressure, I did have an epidural afterall and was not exactly sure what pressure felt like.
The nurses came in and I was at a 10 and +1! I was ready to push! The nurse called the doctor and said we are going to start pushing. Well I pushed one time and had the baby most of the way out. So she hurried and called the doctor back and said, we need you now!
I had to wait for 2 contractions before the doctor arrived and one more push and my beautiful baby girl was on my stomach and not in it anymore. It was the most spiritual experience this time around. Jeremy and I both cried. I did not cry for the other two. I think maybe knowing that this was probably the last time I was going to experience this as a mortal brought tears to my eyes.
I am so thankful to be able to be a mother. It makes me wonder if the birth experience is the same in Heaven, or will it be more Heavenly?
So many wonderful things to look forward to, with this little princess. She is a gem. Good eater, sleeper, pooper, farter. Her body works and it keeps her happy, which means, I get enough sleep and feel happy to enjoy my other kids.
I have also been blessed to have Megan Downs be with us for the last 3 weeks and entertain and drive the other two jewels around. I have been able to enjoy this little new one to the fullest!
I love my family! God is great! Jesus is my Savior and I owe all to him.
I was at a 4 and since I tested positive for Group B strep and wanted to put me on Antibiotics, they kept me! I thought for sure that they would put me on PIT to keep the contractions steady, like they did for my last two babies, but they didn't and the contractions kept coming. My body was doing its job, all on its own! My goal was to make it to a 6 or a 7 before I took the epidural and I did it. It was painful and I really did not have husband support as he was asleep on the couch and a little grumpy, but he tried.
I kept getting different nurses. One came in about 5 in the morning and checked me and said I was at an 8 and that I would for sure be having this baby in the next hour. I was so excited and proud of my little body, but my little body stalled. My contractions slowed down and I didn't see another nurse until like 7am. Jeremy and I started to get frustrated with every text from family members asking if I had had this little bundle yet.
I began to go into c-section mode and negative thoughts once again began to enter my mind. I was not progressing. On a positive note, the baby Olivia was doing GREAT! Her heart rate was wonderful the whole labor which was a problem with both Celia and Xander.
The Doctor came in and said they were going to put me on PIT to pick up the contractions and see what happens. So we waited and waited and they came back about 10:30am and increased my PIT again. The nurse told me to buzz her, if I felt pressure. About 11:20am, I thought I felt pressure, I did have an epidural afterall and was not exactly sure what pressure felt like.
The nurses came in and I was at a 10 and +1! I was ready to push! The nurse called the doctor and said we are going to start pushing. Well I pushed one time and had the baby most of the way out. So she hurried and called the doctor back and said, we need you now!
I had to wait for 2 contractions before the doctor arrived and one more push and my beautiful baby girl was on my stomach and not in it anymore. It was the most spiritual experience this time around. Jeremy and I both cried. I did not cry for the other two. I think maybe knowing that this was probably the last time I was going to experience this as a mortal brought tears to my eyes.
I am so thankful to be able to be a mother. It makes me wonder if the birth experience is the same in Heaven, or will it be more Heavenly?
So many wonderful things to look forward to, with this little princess. She is a gem. Good eater, sleeper, pooper, farter. Her body works and it keeps her happy, which means, I get enough sleep and feel happy to enjoy my other kids.
I have also been blessed to have Megan Downs be with us for the last 3 weeks and entertain and drive the other two jewels around. I have been able to enjoy this little new one to the fullest!
