On Friday, February 3rd, I started feeling a weird pain! By Saturday morning, I knew it HAD to be contractions! So we waited and waited, my contractions were far enough apart that we assumed it would probably be the next day. My dad and brother had invited my husband up to a poker game that night, and with some hesitation he went. They all joked that I wasn't allowed to go into labor until the game was finished. So Saturday night comes along, and sure enough, my contractions are 3-4 minutes apart! My mom and I rush to the hospital, frantically calling my husband with the classic "It's time!" news. I wasn't dialated far enough when we got there, so of course I had to do the walking around the halls of the hospital in a gown! My husband and sister arrive and we made it into a fun little game while my mom walked behind and snapped some -to say the least- embarrassing photos. (But those will stay locked up tight where no one will see!) :)
Unfortunately, I wasn't dialating fast enough so they SENT ME HOME! I was so sad I wasn't going to meet my little girl that night! I was in agony that night and by Sunday night the contractions had gotten worse! So again, we rush to the hospital, and again...I wasn't dialated! I was scheduled to be induced the next day which was Monday, and I begged the nurse to let me stay because it was only a few hours away! But no budge. So we trucked on home again and waited until the next morning.
When we got into the hospital room, it all seemed to go by really fast from there. I got in my gown, my family arrived and before I knew it I was getting my epidural. (And you bet your bottom I made sure I had enough time to put some mascara on!) Once the epidural kicked in, man, I was ready to go! But baby wasn't. So we waited for what seemed like ALL DAY. The nurse came in to check if I was dialating any more and within seconds it felt like, she was telling me to push!
Here she is! On February 6th, 2012. At 8 lbs 9 0z. and 20' long, my sweet little girl was born :)
Now, for the past 9 months, my husband and I had been trying to figure out a name, and the only thing we knew for sure is her middle name would be "Nancy" after my Grandma, and her last name would be...well, obviously "Twitchell". Other than that we were stuck! I was pushing for Lillian, because I've ALWAYS loved that name, and Jon liked the name Evie. But looking at her, neither of those really fit! My mom and sister had been PESTERING me to name her Edyn, even going as far as buying a lettere "E" to put on her door. So sure enough, on the LAST day we were at the hospital, we decided on Edyn.
Edyn Nancy Twitchell :) Sounds pretty perfect doesn't it?
Unfortunately, I wasn't dialating fast enough so they SENT ME HOME! I was so sad I wasn't going to meet my little girl that night! I was in agony that night and by Sunday night the contractions had gotten worse! So again, we rush to the hospital, and again...I wasn't dialated! I was scheduled to be induced the next day which was Monday, and I begged the nurse to let me stay because it was only a few hours away! But no budge. So we trucked on home again and waited until the next morning.
When we got into the hospital room, it all seemed to go by really fast from there. I got in my gown, my family arrived and before I knew it I was getting my epidural. (And you bet your bottom I made sure I had enough time to put some mascara on!) Once the epidural kicked in, man, I was ready to go! But baby wasn't. So we waited for what seemed like ALL DAY. The nurse came in to check if I was dialating any more and within seconds it felt like, she was telling me to push!
Here she is! On February 6th, 2012. At 8 lbs 9 0z. and 20' long, my sweet little girl was born :)
Now, for the past 9 months, my husband and I had been trying to figure out a name, and the only thing we knew for sure is her middle name would be "Nancy" after my Grandma, and her last name would be...well, obviously "Twitchell". Other than that we were stuck! I was pushing for Lillian, because I've ALWAYS loved that name, and Jon liked the name Evie. But looking at her, neither of those really fit! My mom and sister had been PESTERING me to name her Edyn, even going as far as buying a lettere "E" to put on her door. So sure enough, on the LAST day we were at the hospital, we decided on Edyn.
Edyn Nancy Twitchell :) Sounds pretty perfect doesn't it?
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