When Evolet was born

Friday, July 29, 2016

When I married Jake 4 1/2 years ago my whole world changed. When Evolet was born my whole world changed again. I never knew I could love a little person so much. When I was pregnant I kept trying to imagine what it would be like to have a baby. I felt bad because I felt like I should be more excited. Now that she is here I finally understand how amazing it is to be a mother and to take care of this beautiful little human.

Evolet was born at 2:39pm (it's wrong in the picture haha) in the afternoon on Saturday, June 18th. She was 7lbs and 19 inches long. We had gone to bed late friday night when for some reason I just couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep.

'These cramps are really intense', I thought. 'My body must be getting myself more ready for labor.' After an hour went by I realized I actually was in labor right now. This very moment.

When we got to the hospital they had us walk around the 4th floor until I was dilated enough to get things going. We were then brought to the delivery room where we rested and counted down the hours to when it was time for her to come. The nurse, who was awesome, had a pretty good idea at what time would be the time to start pushing so we kind of knew about what time Evolet would be entering the world.

I remember that in those last hours feeling so excited and in a kind of surreal state. I knew what I was expecting, which was a baby, but had no idea how I'd feel when it happened. All of us in the delivery room were just all in such a happy and upbeat mood which just made it a wonderful experience. Thanks to drugs I was able to just relax and laugh with Jake, the nurses and the doctor. Hats off to all the women who delivery naturally. You are all truly amazing.  After 12 hours of labor but just 20 minutes of pushing Evolet arrived. It was such a spiritual and emotional experience. Jake and I were both very teary and so so happy.

People say what a miracle birth is but it doesn't mean anything to you until you experience it for yourself. Then it becomes a miracle, Then it becomes real. And then you are never the same.

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