So I know it has been a long time since I have written anything and I'm sure everyone would like to hear the story and see pictures so I will comply. However, I will not be putting in all details as the story can get long and specific so if you would like to hear more you can ask and I will tell.
To begin my mom flew in Tuesday the 24th (day before my due date). That same day I was told that they would not induce, if I needed it, until the 3rd. This posed a problem because my parents were to fly out on the 2nd and wouldn't be here to see her at all. Obviously though that did not become an issue. The next day was Wyatt's 24th birthday! I know he is not a big fan of his birthday and had really wanted to share it with his daughter so that people wouldn't pay attention to his birthday but his... riiight. We got him a new grill/smoker so that we can continue the Okie way of food any where we go.
The next couple of days mom and I went around Fredericksburg and took a walk down Government Island which is actually not an Island. But then Saturday morning rolled around.
I woke up to let the dogs out and use the bathroom, surprise surprise, when I started to have contractions. I began to time them and they were a consistent 5ish minutes apart and about 1 minute long. Now for most people this means go to the hospital but instead I laid down and they started spreading out and becoming shorter. We went through the morning trying to do things that were easy and needed to be done but always timing them. Finally we went and got lunch and then went to base quickly to get a phone number in case I was in the hospital that night. By the time we got home they were back to 5 minutes apart. I called the on call doctor and was told to come in so off we went.

The drive was not fun! By the time we got to the hospital they were 3 minutes apart and strong. I arrived at 4:00 and was admitted at around 5-6cm 20 minutes later when most paper work was done and I was very uncomfortable in bed I was at 8 cm and I knew there was no hope for an epidural. The nurse that checked me in told me I was doing so well but that didn't last once the next events began. Once things began to progress and I was ready to push the on call doctor quickly determined I needed a c-section. I was not happy about that and neither were the nurses. Zoey had decided to try and come out ear first. This however was avoided thanks to my fabulous nurses that talked the doctor into trying to let me turn her. It worked one c-section avoided. Next I was given an oxygen mask which I knew meant the heart rate was dropping even though no one told me but they let me continue. It was then determined that a vacuum was needed to help me along because I was not able to focus on pushing (my feelings about this will be answered if you ask). The deal with the vacuum however is that you get three chances and then you have to have a c-section. I was told this after the first pop off. Which by the way is NOT a comforting sound! So of course I tried to focus and do the best I could but then pop off number 2 and pop off number three. As soon as I heard the third one I kinda freaked out because I didn't want to be rushed to a c-section I knew I was getting close but before they could do anything else I had another contraction a set of pushes and now we have little miss Zoey! Born at 5:30 pm on 5/28/11 yes that means that in and hour and a half I was checked into the hospital and had a baby. We didn't even have enough time to tell my mom but thankfully she came back just after she was born and the nurses brought her straight in.

Many things followed this including a trip to the OR for an hour and a half of repairs and a poor husband who knew nothing of what was going on with me because he was with his daughter. Finally at 10:00 pm I was taken back to the room to see my daughter and really get to hold her. We spent just under two days at the hospital and came home to enjoy Memorial day with my parents and our neighbors.
Now here we are one week later with a beautiful baby girl! Emotions of course are a roller coaster but I am sure that will begin to resolve itself some once the three of us get a little more use to things. In any case regardless of and complications that may have come up we have a beautiful girl that I am so proud to call my own. She looks like her daddy but has my eyes!