ThE DeTaILs!

Where to begin?



For starters I LOVE my doctor, and really wanted him to deliver me. Well, unfortunately he had two trips planned and was only going to be home really for three days between my 37 and 38 week. Considering the fact the he told me the middle of my 35th week, it looked like I could deliver any day, I was thinking he probably wouldn't be there to deliver me.

He was leaving Thursday morning at 7am, so that gave me Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday to get things moving!

What did I do on Monday?
*Canned applesauce *Made and frosted a million sugar cookies *Picked Pumpkins *Went speed walking for 2 hours! *Delivered cookies to neighbors.
Tuesday:
*Grocery store shopping *Made tons more cookies *Went shopping for "ghost supplies" *Prepared neighbor "ghost" baskets *Made a kick A dinner *Frosted a million more cookies *Went and delivered all the cookies

*-*-* Needless to say going into my appointment Wednesday morning, I had stayed extremely busy!

Well, Wednesday morning, I get checked and my doctor says I am dialated to a 3 and 100% thinned, and the baby is coming that night. He said I would probably start to feel contractions anytime, and at the start of my first contraction, come into the hospital because he thinks that once I start, I will go very quickly.

I am kind of freaking out that I haven't had any contractions, so I went home and did the following:

*Ran on the treadmill at a 15% incline
*Went to lunch with a friend
*Came home and worked out on the eliptical at level 15 hoping to at least get 1 contraction...

Remember folks, my doc leaves at 7am the next morning, I am on a tight timeline here!

Well 3:30 rolls around, and no contractions. I feel great! My doc calls and asks if I have had any contractions, I say no, they tell me to come in anyway and get checked again. So I go in, and what the heck, I am dialated to a 5, and still haven't felt one contraction! He said he had a feeling that I may be one of those rare people that dialate with out contractions... I know, lucky me!

So, I go down and get admitted. Get an epidural. I know, why get one, when I am not even in any pain, but heck I didn't want the pain to start. Doc comes in and breaks my water, and I am already dialated to a 7 (still haven't felt a contraction). About an hour or so later, he comes in - I am at a 10, literally one push, and she is out.

I was really really blessed with a super easy labor and delivery. The only problem is that because I pushed her out so fast, she didn't have time to clear out her lungs of amniotic fluid in the birthing canal, and so they had to watch her breathing for a little while, and she threw up and spit up a ton yesterday (they said she is clearing the gunk out of her stomach), but thankfully she is doing way better today.

Name? Spence and I are really bad at deciding names. In fact, one of our nurses at the hospital was such a nag, every time she came to the room she was like "have you chosen a name yet? It is so important to get a name soon! You want a strong name. You don't want a name that spells out bad words... blah blah blah," it was so annoying. Anyway, we finally decided on...



TALLIE JO TAGGART

So, here are some pictures of our little Tallie...

Right after birth!

Daddy and Tallie bonding

Yay - My doctor was able to deliver me, and still had 12 hours to spare before his flight!!!

The cheering section!

Eyes open! Yes, she is a clone of Lance.


First visitor (minus fam) was my friend Sar. She has been the sweetest thing to me this pregnancy. She came and brought me a million bows and headbands, and seriously they are the cutest things in the world. Luckily she gave me 9 headbands, so she can actually wear the clips before she turns 2 and grows some hair! Check out her business at:
sallysclippies.blogspot.com

Leaving the Hospital. Welcome to the real world Tallie!

And finally, first time meeting big brother Lance! As Murphy's Law would have it, Lance got a runny nose the day before she was born, so unfortunately we didn't bring him to the hospital, but luckily he had cleared up by the time we got home.


Lance absolutely LOVED her. It was so cute. He kept saying "Baby, open your eyes!!!" It was so funny.


Family of Four - wow, that's nuts!