She's Here!

Name: Kyra Renee Wells
Born: September 2, 2010
Time: 1:00 PM
Stats: 7 lbs 5 oz, 19 1/2 inches

Our BEAUTIFUL little girl decided to join our family on Thursday! I woke up in the morning with contractions, but nothing very intense. After an hour I told Dax today might be the day, so just in case we got things ready. At 9 I still didn't know if I was in labor so Hayden and I walked Dax to school, and I told him that I'd call him if I decided it was the real thing (he loaded our things in the car just in case). I came home and went walking with my sister, but half a mile from home I decided we should head back and call Dax. I called him and told him we should go get checked out and then at least I would know either way. I wanted to know if it was real labor soon because Dax had an interview scheduled for 3 o'clock in Salt Lake, and my mom was scheduled to fly in that day, but wasn't going to come if I hadn't had the baby. So I left my sister Krystal with Hayden and went and picked Dax up from school. My contractions were getting more intense, but I was still worried about being sent home with false labor.

We got to the hospital a little after 11. When I walked up to the nurses' station there were 6 nurses sitting there, and one said, "How can I help you?" I told her that I thought I was in labor, and there was dead silence as all of the nurses just sat and looked at one another for a second, as if hoping someone would say, "Are you sure?" However, they took me into a room and the nurse checked me and I was dilated to a 5, but because I still hadn't had a really painful contraction they said they may have to call my doctor and just monitor me for a while. In the meantime the nurse tried to find a vein to start an IV, with no luck for 10 minutes. She finally called in another nurse who is really good at starting IVs, and she didn't have any luck either. They each left me with a sore arm and bruises. I asked them if I could just go without the IV, since I am not a big needle fan in the first place, and it was obviously not working out. They decided to call in the anesthesiologist to get an IV going on me. He was nice enough to give me a shot in the arm before he put the needle in, after seeing the result of the other 2 attempts. He got the IV in, but left me with a nasty bruise. He offered to give me an epidural, and I said, "Look at my arms. I don't need someone like you fishing around in my back too." I then realized that was probably the wrong thing to say, and said I knew that he did really good work and I appreciated him getting the IV started for me. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.

The nurse decided to check me again, that way she would know exactly what to do with me. When she checked me I was 8 cm dilated, which surprised all of us. She called my doctor, and we waited the 20 minutes for him arrive and break my water. He told me he'd stick around until I delivered, just to send for him when I felt I needed to push. 2 contractions later I needed to push, but they made me wait for 2 contractions until they could get the doctor in there. Two contractions (and the pushes with them) and she was here! It really only felt unbearable for the last 6 contractions. I felt totally in control until then. Deep breathing was definitely my go-to coping mechanism. Don't ask how loud I was screaming for the last minute though. For a split second while I was pushing I thought, "I wonder how far down the hall they can hear this."

When I first saw her I couldn't believe how much black hair she has! Everything is going well so far. Hayden didn't have any interest in her at the hospital, but has taken to her since we came home. After seeing Hayden run around the hospital room I remember how much I love the tiny stage, when you can hold and cuddle them all day long. :)

A couple of hours before going to the hospital


The IV bruise




Soon after coming home


Family of 4!


Getting cleaned up


Right after she was born