Emma’s Delivery Story

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The moment I met Emma: my favorite photo ever.

Hi, everyone! It’s been a while, huh? Today is the first day I’m sitting down to the computer for a couple of hours since Emma’s arrival on August 3rd. :) Before I start, though, a huge thank you goes out to Mitch for maintaining the blog and managing my email and social accounts for the last couple of weeks. As Emma was six days late, we had a lot of time to write and schedule content, and Mitch was SUCH a help. He even wrote some blog posts! (You can read them here, here and here.) Thank you, Love!

Over the next few days, I’m going to be sharing so much about our first two weeks with Little Emma. But today, I want to tell the story of the beginning. Because next to the day I married Mitch, August 3rd was undoubtedly the most special day of my entire life.

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I know I talked about this on the blog in July, but I was kind of an emotional mess during my third trimester. And part of my distress definitely came from anxiety over childbirth. There were a few things that contributed to my fears: seeing dramatizations of traumatic births on televison and movies as a child; allowing my imagination to run wild; and hearing way too many horror stories from friends, acquaintances and complete strangers. Today, though, I’m here to share an extremely positive experience, and hopefully alleviate others’ fears of childbirth as a result. Because I have to say: Emma’s delivery was incredible, and not at all traumatic. And from what my doctors and nurses told me, it was a very run-of-the-mill delivery, too!

That said, you totally don’t need to read this, Dad. ;)

At home: the night of August 1st

Around 10 or 11 p.m. on Monday, August 1st, I was plugging away on my laptop as I almost always do late at night, when I started to feel some cramps. They just felt like bad period cramps, but they definitely caught my attention as I hadn’t had a period in quite some time. ;) While they really weren’t very painful, they prevented me from sleeping that night, partly because they added to the discomfort of being nearly 41 weeks pregnant… but also because my mind was racing. What if I went into labor at any moment?!

At home: the morning/day of August 2nd

The next morning, I felt like the cramps were getting stronger, but I wasn’t sure whether it was all in my head. I’d had a few false alarms at that point–none of which landed me in the hospital, but I really didn’t want to be that girl who runs to the hospital over something like Braxton Hicks or gas. But Mitch and I decided to stay close to home just in case. We did, however, go out to lunch for deep dish down the street. ;)

While at lunch, things intensified a bit, and I told Mitch that I was relatively sure the cramps were contractions. Everything was pretty irregular, but Mitch started to time them anyway. This was quite the struggle.

Some of the pains had definite beginnings and ends, but others were more gradual. Some lasted a while, while others were short… and some were 45 minutes apart, while others were as little as seven minutes apart. Was the length of the contraction the important part? Or was it the time between? We were constantly forgetting to write the times down, too. Must have been distracted by that deep dish, haha.

When we got home, I texted Darby, my best friend from New York who’d just had her baby, and she suggested using this app. So much easier! The app worked flawlessly, and provided us with the average length of the contractions as well as the average time between them.

At home: the night of August 2nd

By 5 or 6 p.m., the pains were starting to hurt. They definitely weren’t unbearable, but I couldn’t really talk through them. The pain would start in my lower back, and then slowly wrap its way around to my front, lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute. I was most comfortable while sitting up in a dining room chair, elbows on the table, head in my hands. Mitch rubbed my back through each contraction, which was so helpful.

Around 7, things started to get real, and when the contractions–lasting anywhere from a minute to three minutes–came, I was on the floor. (Not painful enough to cry, though!) You know that scene from “The Office,” where Pam is very obviously in labor, but she refuses to go to the hospital? That was me. All of a sudden, the pain had gone from manageable to very intense, but there I was, telling Mitch I didn’t want to call the doctor or even consider going to the hospital. Part of me was simply scared, yet another part was convinced I was just being a wimp, and that when we arrived, the nurses would tell us that I wasn’t far enough along. We’d be sent home, and I’d be embarrassed.

So what did I do instead? I took a shower, naturally. (Because who knew how long it would be before I had the chance again?) Showering was challenging, though, as the contractions were getting stronger and more frequent. Thank goodness Mitch put his foot down while I was in there and called the doctor. After hearing our description of how things were going, the doctor said we likely still had a lot of time, and to call back when the contractions were five minutes apart.

But we seemed to skip over the whole five-minute marker, because all of a sudden a bunch of the contractions were two and three minutes apart, and I was on my hands and knees, unable to get up while they were going on. (The weirdest part about contractions, I found, was that when they weren’t going on, I felt totally normal, and was able to do things like throw last-minute items into the suitcase, make the bed, and clean the bathroom. #priorities)

The contractions were still irregular, but we called back and the doctor said to come on down to the hospital. Noodle went into her crate, and we texted Jess and Neal that it was go time. (They had graciously offered to watch Noods for a few days.) Before we left, though, I demanded that Mitch vacuum the living and dining rooms. Totally normal. ;) He laughed at first, but then he realized I was serious. (Remember my obsession with vacuuming in the third trimester?!) I’ve never seen a man vacuum more quickly or efficiently.

The car ride/hospital arrival

Mitch and I waited for a break in the contractions, and then hustled out to the car around 9 p.m. When we got to our little Prius, I started to have another one, and Mitch remembered that he’d forgotten the carseat inside. He ran back to the house while I worked my way through the contraction–not fun since I couldn’t be on my hands and knees! When he got back, we started the drive downtown to the hospital. Since the contractions were about two or three minutes apart at that point, I had my eyes closed for most of the car ride. But Mitch tells me that there was some major speeding going on. ;)

A few really nice things: The hospital is also only 4.3 miles from our house, or a 15-minute drive without traffic. And as it was late at night on a Tuesday, there was no traffic, and we therefore whizzed down Lakeshore Drive. The hospital also has valet parking, making a somewhat frantic experience less crazy. (From what I can remember, Mitch just kind of threw the keys at the super nice and understanding valet guy, and that was that!)

Inside the hospital, our first stop was the waiting room, where Mitch handled a small amount of paperwork, showed my ID, and talked with the receptionist who was apparently very friendly and excited for us. (I was in my own little world, trying my best to get through contractions without embarrassing myself.) There was another pregnant woman and her husband in the room, and they were also incredibly kind. (The woman thought her water had broken, but wasn’t sure and was there to be checked out.) After five or so minutes, a nurse came to get Mitch and me. I sat in a wheelchair, and the nurse brought us to triage.

Triage

Triage was a small, private room with its own bathroom. Once in there, the nurse told me to take all my clothing off and put on a hospital gown. She left to call the doctor on call while I was changing, and when she came back, she hooked me up to a CTG, which monitors the fetal heart rate as well as contractions. (It looked like this.) She also numbed a small area on my arm (which felt like a tiny pinprick) and hooked me up to an IV. She then checked me to see how far along I was dilated.

Triage was, without a doubt, the hardest part of Emma’s delivery. I was a ball of nerves, still convinced that I was being a baby, and that I was going to be sent home. I also started panicking. If contractions hurt this badly now, there was no way I’d be able to handle them when they intensified, which was bound to happen soon. This is the one and only time I cried, and I truly think I cried mostly because of anxiety. Could I actually do this? Mitch rubbed my back, hugged me during rough contractions, told me I was doing a great job, watched the monitor and assured me that I wasn’t being a baby, and texted our parents that we’d arrived at the hospital.

Eventually, the nurse came back and told us that we were officially being admitted and that she could now bring us up to the delivery room so the epidural could be administered. Like Mitch, she was so kind, and told me I was doing wonderfully and that it was time for some pain relief! I was ridiculously scared of getting the epidural, but hallelujah.

The epidural

Ladies, I want to debunk all the myths surrounding the epidural right now. Because it did not hurt. Like, at all. Truly, I had no idea when the anesthesiologist started and when she stopped. It was that painless.

When we got to the delivery room, a new nurse explained exactly what was about to happen, and she also explained that husbands weren’t allowed in the room while the epidural was being administered for sterilization reasons. I wasn’t thrilled about Mitch leaving, but the nurse said she’d be with me the whole time, and that she’d literally hold my hands for it.

She also asked me to list all my fears about the epidural… so I did. I told her I was scared of how much it would hurt. She explained that it wouldn’t hurt at all; that the area would be numbed beforehand, and that all I’d feel is the small pinprick much like I felt when I’d been hooked up to the IV. I also told her I was scared that I’d have a contraction while the epidural was being administered and that I’d move and end up paralyzed. She explained that they’d administer it right after a contraction, and that it would be extremely quick, so there’d be no chance of this. And I told her I was scared that the epidural would wear off. She explained that this wasn’t possible: that the epidural is no longer a shot; it’s now a “drip,” and it stays attached to you until the delivery is over. Finally, I told her I was nervous I’d pull it out or mess it up since I would be laying down on it. She explained that it would be positioned against my back so this couldn’t happen.

Best nurse ever.

When the anesthesiologist arrived, I was walked through everything again. My nurse helped me sit up and dangle my legs off the side of the bed, and she helped me with my posture. She knelt down and held both my hands, and told me to focus on my breathing and that it would be over before I knew it. I think I remember feeling a tiny pinprick, but I’m not sure. Because like she said, it was over before I knew it, and I’d felt nothing.

It. Was. Amazing. (And again, best nurse ever.)

Within a few seconds, the lower half of my body started to feel a little warm, and then things started to tingle and go numb. I could still move my legs (and would continue to be able to do so throughout the entirety of the delivery), but I couldn’t feel anything. And the pain from the contractions was completely gone. Mitch was allowed back in the room, and let’s just say he was very surprised that I’d gone from tears to a huge smile so quickly!

Also, fun fact: I was given a little button and told to press it whenever I felt pain. The nurse explained that it was impossible to administer myself too much medicine, as the machine would simply cut me off if I pressed the button too many times. I never felt any pain, but I have to admit that I pressed the button a few times just for peace of mind. ;)

The waiting

After the epidural was administered, I was a different girl. Yes, I was still nervous about the whole pushing part and definitely still had doubts about whether I’d be able to do it. But there was just so much excitement in the room: the nurses who filtered in and out seemed so happy for Mitch and me, and Mitch was beside himself. I mean, we’d be meeting our baby in a matter of hours!

On a few occasions, a midwife came to check how far along I was dilated. (This was VERY surprising to me, as I hadn’t been told that a midwife would be present. But it seemed like she was simply in charge of checking for dilation and breaking the water.) Each time, I was further along, and I started to feel more and more pressure. (It kind of felt like I simply needed to use the bathroom. Sorry: TMI.) During one of her last visits, probably around 1 a.m., she came in to break my water. This, of course, made me extremely nervous as well, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to feel anything. But when she started, she discovered it’d happened on its own. (I was unable to tell because of the epidural.) A couple of nurses quickly cleaned me up, and then administered Pitocin to make my contractions more regular and to get things rolling.

Mitch and I were advised to try to get some sleep, so Mitch laid down on the “husband couch,” and I tried to close my eyes and get some rest… but it was impossible. Too many nurses were coming in and out of the room, and my mind was racing. I also couldn’t stop staring at the fetal heart rate monitor, as there had been some talk earlier about whether the heart rate had been low. (Turns out it the machine was just having a hard time picking up the baby’s heart rate, or it was confusing my heart rate with the baby’s.) Worry, worry, worry.

Pushing

Sometime around 5 a.m., the midwife proclaimed that I was 10 centimeters dilated and that it was time to start pushing. Mitch and I were both pretty shocked, as I’d been only six centimeters during the last check, but it was almost nicer that it happened so quickly as it gave us no time to freak out. The doctor on call arrived–unfortunately not my doctor, but c’est la vie!–and helped me get into the correct position: half sitting, half on my back, with my arms under my legs, holding them back. She also instructed the nurse to help hold back my left leg, and Mitch to help hold back my right leg.

Side note: Mitch had already told me how important it was for him to watch the birth of his child, but I was completely amazed at how little I cared when the doctor told me that he would, in fact, be “down there” to help. In the months leading up to delivery, I worried that Mitch would be traumatized or never look at me the same again after the birth. But I think that by that point, the priority was delivery and delivery only. I’d been poked and prodded so many times, and it seemed like a zillion people had seen me naked and exposed. Did it really even matter anymore? ;) No shame. (Also: this so wasn’t the case. Mitch says it was the most amazing experience of his life, and that it was absolutely beautiful.)

The doctor explained that we’d wait for a contraction to show up on the monitor, and then we’d do a set of three 10-second pushes. I was so scared that I wouldn’t be able to push effectively, but the doctor told me not to think about it too much, and just push like I was trying to get something out.

Again, absolutely no pain–just pressure. (Epidurals = pure magic. I also feel like the epidural allowed me to take in the magic of the experience.) The only challenging part of pushing was that it was physically tiring. I did well through the first two pushes of every set, but usually lost steam somewhere around seconds six or seven during the third. That said, hearing the doctor, nurse and Mitch tell me that I was making progress was beyond helpful, and kept me going. After five sets of pushes, Mitch told me he loved me and that I was so unbelievably close, and I saw tears in his eyes. That was the last bit of encouragement I needed.

The birth: the morning of August 3rd

At 6:07 a.m. on August 3rd, Emma Catherine Larkin was born.

I really can’t express just how emotional and profoundly moving the birth was. I remember the doctor holding her tiny body, and I remember that both Mitch and I were crying. I remember the doctor telling us that the baby was a girl. I remember her being wiped down and placed on my chest, and then I remember sobbing. I remember telling Mitch that I hadn’t yet seen her face because she was so snug under my chin. I remember calling her “Emma” for the first time. I remember Mitch cutting the umbilical cord. I remember how amazing she smelled. I remember her little breaths on my shoulder. I remember kissing her and telling her I loved her more than anything in the world.

In the hour that followed, the doctor and nurses worked to clean up both Emma and me. (I did have to get a few stitches, but because of the epidural, I honestly never would have known had the doctor not told me. Really: do not worry about tearing. Lots of people don’t tear, but if you do, you can’t feel anything, and you can’t feel anything when the doctor stitches you up, either, since you’re still hooked up to the epidural. I was so enamored with our little girl that I didn’t even realize I was getting stitches. On a somewhat related note, I also think the epidural allowed me to take in just how special the moment was. I was completely present, and I was focused only on our Emma.) Our pediatrician came in to weigh, measure and look over Emma, and then Mitch and I were able to go back to snuggling our little girl and reveling in the fact that we were a family. I’d never had a more surreal experience, and my heart had never been so full. I think I cried for a solid hour.

It would be impossible to put into words the happiness and love I felt… and continue to feel. Life forever changed at 6:07 a.m., and now this little girl–who’s captured our hearts so completely–is everything. I know I said this before, but how is it possible to love this much?

After

About two hours after Emma was born, we were taken to our recovery room to get some rest. (I hadn’t slept in two full days, after all!) Later, we’d be visited by both sets of parents. I have so much to share from Emma’s first day of life, but I’m pretty sure that’ll make a great “Life, Lately” post. So why don’t we save that for later in the week? ;) For now, here are a few photos that make my heart swell.

Emma Catherine, you are our single greatest accomplishment in life. We love you to the moon and back.

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See?! Not bad at all! I’d imagined that the experience would be downright awful, but it was truly beautiful. As I said before, next to the day I married Mitch, August 3rd was the best day of my life. If you’re an expectant mother and feeling nervous, please don’t listen to the horror stories like I did. You can do it! And, as always, if you have questions or want to chat, simply drop me (or Mitch) a line: kelly@kellyinthecity.com or mitch@kellyinthecity.com.

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  • Susan

    What a beautiful birth story, Kelly. Emma is precious and just gorgeous. Thank you for allowing all of us into the most personal moment of your life. Personally I cannot wait to watch your pretty little girl grow up. xoxo

  • Sara Mendoza

    That was the best story yet!!!! Motherhood is amazing and I can’t express enough how it just gets better and better as the years go by! Love the pic of Mitch lying by the window staring at little Emma…..Hope you are able to get some sleep, that’s the hard part, the delivery is a piece of cake:)

  • How amazing! Congratulations to you and Mitch. Your story actually makes me a little less scared about the whole labor thing. Some stories I hear terrify me!

  • Kelly, I didn’t make it through this without crying. SO so precious! A year ago last Friday I watched my first niece come into the world and it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced (not to mention something I will cherish forever). Congrats to your sweet family! p/s I laughed out loud at the fact that you had Mitch vacuum before you left for the hospital – too funny (and most likely something I would do).

  • Katie

    Congratulations, Kelly and Mitch!! She is absolutely perfect! xoxo

  • Rebecca

    I was also so afraid of the epidural! And it was so wonderful. lol! Emma is a beautiful baby! Enjoy these early days and remember to be gentle with yourself.

  • That last pic – the sweetest!!! So much love to you and Mitch and baby Emma!!

    xoxoxo,
    Kira

  • That last pic – the sweetest!!! So much love to you and Mitch and baby Emma!!

    xoxoxo,
    Kira

  • In tears reading this. Emma is the most precious little munchkin and I’m dying to meet her!

  • Emily

    Congrats! This had me in tears. I am terrified of birth, but feel so much better after reading this. How come more people don’t share their happy birthing stories? Excited for you and to watch little Emma grow!

    emily
    http://www.deltachic.com

  • Sarah

    Ah, Kelly! Such a wonderful post! I am tearing up as I read it.
    Also, unrelated: I had no idea you had freckles! I love them. You, Mitch, and Emma are a gorgeous little family.

  • Amy Parenteau

    Kelly,
    Thank you so much for sharing this story. As a young woman I fear childbirth. I fear that I won’t be able to do it or be strong enough for it. This post was everything that young woman like me or woman who are pregnant need. It is so helpful to hear the good stories about childbirth. Congratulations! I have followed your blog for so long and it is so nice to see your family grow! ❤️

  • Amy Parenteau

    Kelly,
    Thank you so much for sharing this story. As a young woman I fear childbirth. I fear that I won’t be able to do it or be strong enough for it. This post was everything that young woman like me or woman who are pregnant need. It is so helpful to hear the good stories about childbirth. Congratulations! I have followed your blog for so long and it is so nice to see your family grow! ❤️

  • Melanie Patti

    Wow! I can’t believe how similar our birth stories are! From the shower during contractions, triage nervousness, epidural freak out, sweet nurses calming me down, complete change of attitude after the epidural, water breaking on its own, start pushing around 5am, all of it- and my son was born at 6:03am! Crazy. Thank you for posting this! It was like reading my own birth happening again :) and congrats on your sweet little baby girl!

  • Melanie Patti

    Wow! I can’t believe how similar our birth stories are! From the shower during contractions, triage nervousness, epidural freak out, sweet nurses calming me down, complete change of attitude after the epidural, water breaking on its own, start pushing around 5am, all of it- and my son was born at 6:03am! Crazy. Thank you for posting this! It was like reading my own birth happening again :) and congrats on your sweet little baby girl!

  • Chantel B Dunham

    Who did you use as a midwife? My obgyn is a northwestern Doctor, but I am definitely interested in the midwifery option!

  • emily

    Congrats on your baby girl!!!! Thank you for sharing your story with us. It was pleasure reading it. xo, Emily

    http://bailylamb.com

  • SO SO SO happy for you and Mitch! What a beautiful story – hope the 4 of you are doing well, Emma is absolutely perfect.

  • Thanks so much for sharing your story – and those super cute photos. I must admit, the whole post made me cry, but obviously in a good way. A huge congrats to you!

  • Thanks so much for sharing your story – and those super cute photos. I must admit, the whole post made me cry, but obviously in a good way. A huge congrats to you!

  • Oh Kelly, she’s perfect! I started crying right around when Mitch was telling you he loved you…I’m such a sucker for loving and supportive hubbies!!

    I’m so happy your birth experience was a joyful one, this is definitely something that I have worried about, too, but thankfully our birthing classes are helping to relieve my fears.

    I can’t wait to read more of your baby updates—They are making me even more excited for the arrival of our little girl! SO incredibly happy for you and Mitch (and Noodle!)

    xoxo,
    Whitley

  • Oh Kelly, she’s perfect! I started crying right around when Mitch was telling you he loved you…I’m such a sucker for loving and supportive hubbies!!

    I’m so happy your birth experience was a joyful one, this is definitely something that I have worried about, too, but thankfully our birthing classes are helping to relieve my fears.

    I can’t wait to read more of your baby updates—They are making me even more excited for the arrival of our little girl! SO incredibly happy for you and Mitch (and Noodle!)

    xoxo,
    Whitley

  • Erica Gregory

    Brings back so many wonderful memories. Congrats on your beautiful baby girl.

    http://www.simpleandinspired.com

  • Erica Gregory

    Brings back so many wonderful memories. Congrats on your beautiful baby girl.

    http://www.simpleandinspired.com

  • I can not stop crying! I love you guys and can’t wait to meet Emma tom!!!

  • Michelle Michaud

    Kelly, I have tears in my eyes reading this! What an absolutely beautiful story. I am about to begin my third trimester (we’re having a precious little girl, too!!!), and reading this made the actual birth feel so much more real and less nerve-wracking…thank you for sharing. Congratulations, and enjoy every second with your little bundle of joy. She is just gorgeous!

  • Kelly, thank you so much for sharing this beautiful story! I’m just about a month away from my due date with my first baby, and most birth stories make me even more anxious and nervous, but this one was so encouraging :) Hope the three of y’all are settling in so well!

  • Angela @ WittyAspirations.com

    Congratulations!!!!

  • Our delivery experiences sound quite similar–even down to the last minute shower! Thanks so much for sharing with us, and congratulations!

  • You guys are the cutest. Hugest congrats and lots of love ❤️❤️

  • kheet24

    So so so sweet! Such a wonderful story to share and you told it so well – I ALWAYS hear those horror stories, so this was so reassuring for one day (in the distant future!) when I decide to have kids! Emma and I share a birthday and I can surely say us August 3rd people are good ones – congrats to your little family!

  • I love that last photo of Mitch!! But this was also so great to read! I’m many years away, but reading this made me so excited and not scared for the future! Also, I would love to know how you decided on the name!

  • Alyssa Merrick

    Thank you so much for sharing your story with us! It’s been a real privileged to follow your journey, with all the ups and downs. It’s so refreshing to hear an honest account of a pregnancy. I’m so happy to hear that the birth process was a positive one and your photos are absolutely precious. The happiness in them is contagious. Even though having a baby of my own is still a few years away, reading about your experience has put me at ease. I mean, if Kelly can do it, why can’t the rest of us?

    Wishing you, Mitch, and Emma much happiness!

  • Ali Burgoon

    As a new aunt going to meet my new nephew at the hospital tomorrow, SO glad I just read this!!! Now I have a much better understanding of things and as someone who is very far away from having children & thinks that is a totally scary thing–you make it sound really awesome! Thanks for the new perspective and CONGRATULATIONS!! she’s the cutest little love bug! xoxo!

  • Thanks for sharing your story! i cried when i finished reading this post. So happy for you Kelly!

  • Thanks for sharing your story! i cried when i finished reading this post. So happy for you Kelly!

  • Way to go mama! And welcome to the world Emma! She is such a cutie!

  • Way to go mama! And welcome to the world Emma! She is such a cutie!

  • Such a beautiful delivery story Kelly! I couldn’t finish it without some tears. You did such a great job explaining everything and addressing concerns I’m sure all first time moms have. Bookmarking this for the future! :)

  • Carly

    She is absolutely precious Kelly! And I love her name :-) Those cheeks!!!

  • Congratulations, Kelly! This is so beautifully written, and Emma is just gorgeous!

  • This was so sweet and you know I appreciate all the points about childbirth not being terrible and painful and scary! She’s just so perfect! congrats to you and mitch!

  • Congratulations Kelly! Emma is beautiful! It really is true that giving birth isn’t as scary as movies and tv portray. I’m a mom of four (had 2 C-sections and 2 vaginal births) and all of them were fine. You’re right about the amazing nurses too! They are angels and helped me tremendously each time! I love your photos. You captured some lovely moments as a family of three. I hope you’re resting and enjoying every minute of this magical time in your lives! xo

    Taffeta & Tulips

  • mevans91

    crying, that’s all.

  • mevans91

    loved my epidural 28 years ago too! They are the best!
    And they don’t hurt, that huge needle…doesn’t hurt! go figure and yay.
    Emma is so pretty. You are so blessed.
    Loved every minute of the birth story (vacuuming = nesting) I was turning down the comforter like perfectly folded just before we left for hospital, I mean, who does that?the house was like hotel clean.
    Your gonna be great parents.
    I read to my son, talked to him in the womb and sang to him every single night (a little compulsively and it turned into him not being able to fall asleep on his own) BUT
    he was in gate in elementary school, and wanted him to go to college, but he hung out with a few kids not so great and did not pursue college ….AT FIRST.
    He just got accepted into an HONOR SOCIETY for his GPA at Fullerton University in the field of Computer Engineering.
    My advice? (and I know you know) but it works!
    So when you are alone in the car talk to her, sing shorts nursery rhymes over and over so she remembers the words i did about 10 songs a day probably, well, a lot.

    DID YOU KNOW THE HUMAN BODY triples its weight in the first year of life?
    At no other time does that body do that.

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  • Michelle Billings

    Congratulations! Emma is beautiful and this is one of the most beautiful story I have ever read about childbirth. You guys make a beautiful family. Not sure if I can say beautiful enough!

  • Michelle Billings

    Congratulations! Emma is beautiful and this is one of the most beautiful story I have ever read about childbirth. You guys make a beautiful family. Not sure if I can say beautiful enough!

  • Kati

    this post made me tear up. oh gosh! that last photo of your husband just staring at your new babe is thee most precious thing! congratulations to you both :)