On Friday February 13th, my wonderful friends Kari Cole and Luisa Perkes threw me an amazing baby shower where over 25 ladies from my ward came to support me. I felt totally spoiled and loved. They made amazing soup and cheesy french bread sandwiches, and etc. I wish I took pictures at my shower, but I took pics of all the gifts when I got home.
It was Saturday, February 14, 2015 (Valentine's Day) and Scott and I were out on a date and I was feeling the braxton hicks pretty strong that I was considering them real contractions. I was still 2 weeks away from my due date, but I knew my body was ready. My brother Scot was coming driving that night from Provo to visit us for the weekend. When he gets to my house, I tell him I might be having a baby this weekend and he says, "No problem, I'll babysit." And so everything was working out great.
The next day, Sunday February 15, I knew I shouldn't go to church with my contractions, but I was needing to get things done around the house. So I cleaned and did laundry and packed for the hospital. When Scott and the kids got home from church, I left with my brother to go on a walk to start getting the contractions going and more regular. After about an hour of walking, and my brother timing them for me, they were coming 4-5 mins apart. I knew it was going to happen today. I called Scott from the walk and told him to put Brock down for a nap and get things packed up in the car for the hospital.
The doctor came to check on me and broke my water around 8:30. My body, like clockwork, progressed to a 10 in 2 hours exactly. I remember her saying something like it'd probably be after midnight when I deliver, but I told her, nope come back in 2 hours. So around 10:30 she comes in to check me and says I'm dilated to a 10 and to give it a push to see what happens. She runs to the door and yells at the nurses, "We're having a baby in here" they come rushing in with all the baby incubators and equipment. She told me that I'll know when the baby is about to come out when she lays the pad on my chest, and I wasn't surprised that she laid it on there after my first push. Three pushes later and Tessa was in my arms, born at 10:44pm on 2/15/15, weighing 7 pounds 8.2 ounces and 21 inches long.
I had waited so long for another girl. I think I was in denial that I was having a girl until she was born and I could see for myself. Now we have 2 boys and 2 girls, so nice. Ella was so excited to meet her baby sister. Scot was doing a great job at the home front watching my kids, they made chalk signs for her and sent us pictures:
Then my mom drove down from La Grande to relieve Scot of his babysitting duties on Monday and they came to visit us in the hospital. My little family is not looking so little anymore. Family of SIX!