30 fingers&toes

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My Baby is turning 3


I was going to save this post for tomorrow, but looking at my track record for posting when I say I’m going to, I decided to do it today.  The kids are napping, well at least 2 of them are.  And it’s my free time to do what I want.  So here it goes! 

February 25th 2008 we welcomed Isabelle into our lives.  She was 7lbs 10 oz and 21.5 inches if I remember correctly.  My due date was February 23rd.  While I obviously didn’t have her this day, this was the day that things went into motion for her arrival.  I believe sometime around lunch time I started leaking fluid.  Isabelle’s head was so far down she was acting like a plug.  I started having mild contractions on during the afternoon.  They were getting worse by the night time, but they were so all over the place in their timing that I didn’t think about it.  I knew that if I went to the hospital they would probably just send me home.  Ian went to work on the 24th, they were short guards I beileve so it seemed like a good idea to get some overtime before the baby came.  By that afternoon I was so miserable that I was upstairs in the fetal position.  I called Ian and told him to come home.  It took him a while but he managed to come home.  We decided that perhaps I should try to have some dinner since I hadn’t really eaten that day.  I spent most of my day either in bed or in the tub trying to soothe the pain.

Ian made a nice simple dinner of scrambled eggs.  I couldn’t eat.  I finally said to Ian that maybe it was a good idea to call the hosptial and see if they could check me out.  Oddly enough not because I was having contractions but because I couldn’t remember the last time I went pee.  I would feel like I had to go, but if I tried a contraction would happen or nothing at all would happen.  So the hospital said they were just about to have shift change so not to show up for 20 minutes if I could make it that long.  I said sure.  I think about 10 minutes later I decided I could not wait 20 minutes.

Over to the hosptial we went.  Luckily my Dr. was there.  She asked if I was alright, I said no.  Couldn’t remember when I went to the bathroom last and also that I had been having contractions for the last two days.  So they were going to do an NST and check to see what was going on.  As I got up on to the table some more fluid managed to get out, so they checked and yes  my water had broken for the most part.  Like I said, Miss Isabelle was acting like a plug.

Sparring you all the fun parts, I went to the hospital at 7:30pm on the 24th.  I was 6.5cm dialated and they all thought she would be born that night.  Wrong-o!  I got to be miserable all night long, very long and tiring labour until she was born at 7:31am on the 25th.  Welcome Isabelle Mae Diplock.  She was perfect and we were in love instantly.

Now my little red headed bundle is turing 3 years old and we love her just as much and even more.  She is a bright, happy, loving, caring, head strong, intelligent little fire cracker.  We are blessed to have her in our lives.  Here’s to you my beautiful little Isabelle.  Happy Birthday, we love you very much!

Author: 30fingersandtoes

Parenting and adulting is hard. There is no manual. No volume control. No self cleaning house and self refilling fridge. This is my story of navigating through the ups and downs of our crazy-wonderful life.

2 thoughts on “My Baby is turning 3

  1. She is gorgeous, Happy Bday Isabelle!


  2. Where the heck does three years go???

    Happy Birthday Isabelle!


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