Kirra Kylee Stout

There are going to be A LOT of pictures with this one! SORRY in advance!

Kirra Kylee decided that she was going to be born on Sunday, June 5, 2011, at 1:56 AM.

Well, maybe Hayden decided that for her! Here's what happened:

On Tuesday or Wednesday of the week before she was born, I asked Hayden, "When is Kirra's birthday?" He looked at me and said, "Um... Maybe, Sunday." I asked him over and over during the week when her birthday was, and he kept telling me, "I don't know, Mom!" THEN, on Saturday night, I was spending some time with Hayden before bed, and he looked at me and said, "Mom, is Kirra coming tomorrow?" I just looked at him like, 'um you tell me!" I put him to bed, and got ready to go to sleep myself by watching a rerun of The Bachelorette. (Stewart was helping the neighbors put up a fan in their room.)

When Stewart got home, we went up to bed. I had been having trouble sleeping, so I took a 5 mg Ambien. It was about 10:30. I went to bed without any contractions. I then woke up at 11:11 having THE WORST contractions you can possibly imagine! Like seriously, I can't even begin to describe them! I fell in and out of sleep (I would wake up, have a contraction, fall back asleep, and wake up again about 3 minutes later) for about another hour. Finally, I decided to wake Stewart up too. He asked me if I thought that we needed to go into the hospital. I said, "I don't know, I don't want them to just send me home. I'm only 36 1/2 weeks. Besides I don't know if these are even... AHHH! (contraction) doing anything!" Then I had another contraction and said, "Yes! We need to go in now!"

Stewart jumped up and called the neighbors, who gratefully came over and stayed with our kiddos! Then he grabbed our stuff and headed downstairs to wait for the neighbors. I had a few more contractions, threw on some clothes, and got myself out of the house as fast as possible. (Everytime I had a contraction I basically screamed and I didn't want to wake up the kids!) I was having a REALLY hard time the whole way to the hospital, and just kept thinking to myself, "Only a few more minutes and you can get an epidural!"

We got to the hospital and I told Stewart that I needed to use a wheelchair, because there was no way I was going to make it in an elevator ride up to the 2nd floor. We got upstairs and the poor lady at the window looked at me and immediately grabbed a nurse to take me to my room. When we got back there, they wouldn't let me change into a gown by myself, I had to get to the bed, and they did the rest. The nurse was so worried I was going to break my water. I told her that I didn't know if I was really in labor because I'd had so many contractions before. She kind of laughed and said (after checking me) "You aren't going home! You're at an 8!" We walked in the hospital at 1:13, I got checked at 1:18. She would NOT check me again, because I told her once my water breaks I usually go really fast. She immediately got the room ready, and kept telling me that they had paged the anesthesiologist and that hopefully he would get down in time to give me an epidural. (I was having the hardest time with my contractions!) Before too long I told her that I HAD to push! She looked at me and said, "DO NOT push! Your water is crowning and if you do you'll tear, and the baby could come out in the water still!" I tried my hardest NOT to push and finally she decided it was best to break my water. When she did, there was so much pressure that it sprayed clear across the room! I had maybe 2 minutes of relief from the pressure of my water until Kirra started coming out. My Dr. walked in the room and put on his gown and gloves and had me start pushing. I still hadn't gotten an epidural, and I was FREAKING out! They told me that I had to do this by myself, there wasn't any time to get an epidural, just as a nurse walked in asking if I still needed one because the guy was there! I started pushing, which was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life! I pushed twice and they said that I just needed one more, but I told them I was done. I couldn't do it again. Stewart looked at me and jokingly said, "Ok! We can go home then!" I grabbed his neck and pushed as hard as I possibly could! Then, she was here! At 1:56 AM! She was perfect!

It took her a second to start breathing, and she was on oxygen for 90 seconds, but other than that she was fine. They weighed and measured her and she was 7 lbs 5 oz and 19 inches long! JUST perfect!

We came home from the hospital today, and I have to say, I really feel great! I never thought I could go naturally, and I'm SUPER proud of myself for doing it. I would NEVER want to do it again, but the fact that I did it, and that everything worked out great, is AMAZING!

Here are those pictures I promised you! Thanks for reading!