To think, a week ago I was just as pregnant as can be (39 weeks 4 days, but who was counting lol) and now I’m holding my one week young baby!

December 1st: To induce ? Ultrasound screen shows she’s posterior, faceup, living her best life. Meanwhile mom (me) is freaking out about the high possibility of c-section, mostly trying to figure out how I would be able to recover from one with all my other children plus caring for a newborn.

The nurse informed us if they were to induce there would be a very high chance baby would have to be suctioned out or I would need a c-section. She also said I probably wasn’t dialating since its her soft forehead sitting on my cervix vs the back of the head.

We decided to let her cook some more, even though I wanted to meet her so badly. I left very discouraged. Dallin informed me no ones been pregnant for forever and she’ll come when and how she’s supposed too. It sounded nice, but I was still irritated.

December 3rd: at my Dr’s appointment, I had great news I had dialated to just about a 4! I was instructed to head right into the hospital if my water broke or when my contractions came 3-5 mins apart.

December 4th: Holland gets the stomach bug and barfed on every bed and on the couch. We’re in a mess again. We all had it just 4 days prior. -baby don’t come yet!

December 5th: rest, Holland Brooklyn and I slept all day

December 6th: I woke up with an agenda, and a huge rush of energy. Everyone was eating breakfast I start unloading the dishwasher when I started feeling pretty strong contractions. I start timing. Hudson says he has a feeling today’s the day. I keep cleaning.

I looked up when I heard a box of cereal fall out of Brooklyns arms and all down the stairs. I heard the sweetest “sorry mommy” and the both of us picked up every piece of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, all while I felt the contractions a little more stronger.

Laundry was next. I had washed all the bedding and just needed to make the beds. Dallin walks in the door and he asks if I’m alright, he can see I’m having frequent contractions. I asked him to help me start making beds. I’ve never felt a sense of urgency to clean like I was experiencing. Contractions coming in closer and stronger. We were making the last bed when a huge gush of “show” appeared, and then I knew it was time to go in.

*show:if you know, you know

My mom came over and she noted how quiet and calm I was. This is how I get before a major event.  I was nervous about the birth (is she still posterior?), the health of my baby (did breastfeeding affect anything?), oh! and my dr. was out of town.

I went from 6cm to 10cm in under a min. My dr’s son, also an OBGYN, did a beautiful job and delivered little London safely into this world. Dallin filmed the entire beautiful spiritual event, It’s now a highlight on my story. (see here)

I couldn’t be more thankful for the safe arrival and beautiful daughter I got to bring into our family.  We are obsessed with her. Eyes are round, hair so chocolatly and thick, topped with the pinkest pillowy cheeks and chins. (see here)