London and I braved church on Christmas Sunday to hear the children sing beautiful Prince of Peace song for the congregation. If I had one word to describe my month of December it would be PEACE ♡ – I never want this feeling to leave.
It took a little longer to get a picture of all 7 of us than I thought it would (3 weeks) but I am so grateful we got one. I hope you are all enjoying your Christmas break. We are adjusting to our new family dynamic and trying to break the the vampire sleep cycle with London.
photos taken by: https://www.photobymarina.com/
photos by Marina’s Photography
Completely in love with London Taylors newborn photos. She is now 14 days old and just as sweet as ever. We are still in the beautiful newborn baby bubble. Our lives, hearts, and hours are completely consumed by her. I love the pic of me and my daughters. I will cherish these pictures for the rest of my life.
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)