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December 17. 2008

I have never taken the time to write down what happened the day Toby was born. I think it is important to publish it somewhere so I can refer back to it later when I need to tell his future girlfriends or wife. Haha. Just kidding.


My original due date was December 31, 2008. I had been struggling with high blood pressure my entire pregnancy and had been hospitalized three separate times because my doctor thought I was developing pre-eclampsia. Not fun. I felt so bad for John. I was on bed rest for the last 3 months of the pregnancy and he took off work to take care of me. (Amazing man!!) On top of all that I was going to the doctor once a week and having non stress tests done at the hospital twice a week. All of these appointments were in Edmond (20 or so                   
miles from our house) so it took up a lot of our time, but it was about Toby. We wanted him to be ok. My doctor decided at 38 weeks that I was far enough along to induce labor. So on Wednesday December 17th we checked into Integris Baptist at 7 AM so that I could be induced. They started the Pitocin around 7:30(after making me a human pin cushion) and broke my water around 9. I do not handle pain well at all. Not long after my doctor broke my water I was BEGGING for an epidural. So I got it and then slept for 4 hours. One of the times my nurse came to check on me she mentioned that if I felt the need to push to let her know. As soon as she walked out of my room I had to have John run after her. I won't go into details but everything happened so fast my doctor almost didn't make it in time. But he did and 30 minutes later I had a 6 pound 15 ounce 22 inches long beautiful baby boy. He had(and still has) bright blue eyes. He changed my world that day. 


I don't know how to explain to someone who doesn't have kids yet how it feels it's just life changing.Toby is 3 today, it has gone by so fast. Having kids is amazing and I am extremely thankful that the Lord chose us to take care of Toby and Ainsley while we are on earth. I love my kids more than life itself and I want them to have a better childhood than I did. I didn't realize that this blog is all over the place but I wrote it at two different times. Lol.  :)

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