Remembering this day one year ago

This is me leaving for the hospital exactly one year ago. And if a picture is worth a thousand words, some of those words for this photo would be: scared, excited, clueless, joy, happiness, fat, anticipation, guilty, "finally!", glee, bliss, hopeful, wonder, sadness, amusement and love. I was really thinking in this photo, "does my face not say what Im feeling? And you want to take my picture?" "I am so big that I literally have NO clothes that fit over my stomach." I am sporting the "layer look." I am feeling guilty for going in to be induced. Shouldn't I wait for the baby to come on their own time? Like I tell everyone who is considering induction? Now by this photograph I am 8 days overdue, I have increased my weight by over 40 pounds, I cannot pick anything up off the floor, I cannot even wipe very well (TMI, I know, but you know what Im talking about ladies) My clothes don't fit, I cannot sleep, Cory cannot sleep because I snore, Im congested, and frustrated that my last OB appointment my doctor looked up from my nether regions and said that I was at a "one". Again. Tears. "Kelsie, should we schedule you a time to go to in to be induced?" YES!!!!! I replied as my convicitons went out the window.

My labor.

My mom says that women need to tell their birth story over and over. Why? Not sure, but if you ever ask a woman who just had a baby, they will give you a step by step, not leaving out any details of their birthing story. "Was it at 9 or 9:07 that they doctor said I was at 5?" This is how precise we want to be when we tell "our story".

Mine started and ended not exactly how I wanted but whose does? I tell all women who are going in to have their baby to be ready for plan B, C or D.

I labored through the night, in a hard backed chair. This was the most comfortable spot for me, I could really push back into the chair with each contraction as I shot laser death looks towards my sleeping husband. I would randomly shout out at him, "this is the one and only baby Im ever having!" Or "Is that bed nice and comfy for you!?" "This is really hurting!!"

Long story short, Maggie was a very stubborn child, and protested the whole birth thing. And one year later she is still one stubborn one year old. But she is the joy of my life and I would do it all over again for her in a heartbeat. Love you my little Magpie and Happy Birthday (tomorrow) Love, Mommy