Mother's Day

These pictures make me feel like a dang hero...

And they make me want to vomit.

All at the same time.

My first two babes were vaginal deliveries.

Jackson's birth was the worst thing ever!

Both epidurals did not work.

So, I did labor medication-free.

I pushed for three hours.

Medication free.

They used a vacuum, and did a third-degree episiotomy.

Medication free.

Finally, the kid came out.

Oh, how I love him.

Braxton was easy peasy.

I got an epidural (which worked) at seven centimeters.

The doctor pushed on the top of my belly twice and how he popped.

Oh, how I love him.

I was doing "fine" with Kaydon.

 I was walking around, feeling good.

He was four weeks early, but I felt good. 
I mean, I'd just had a baby 11 1/2 months prio.

Then, shift change and the nurse checked me again.

Seven centimeters, but he had turned.

Foot in birth canal and head in ribs.

Emergency c-section.

My dad made it.

The doctor made it.

And, c-section it was.

I hemmoraged two days after arriving home.

Paramedics and all.

Blood transfusion and back home.

This boy tried to die on me a few times in his first three year.

Now, though.

Now, he's preparing to serve a mission.

Oh, how I love him.

Colton was 11 1/2 months later.

He was 30 weeks gestation when I went into labor.

I was on "hotel stay" at the hospital for two weeks because they couldn't stop labor.

I received the steroid shots.

He was born, via c-section at 32 weeks.

He was in the NICU for three weeks, then home with the chaos of four babies, one who was very sick.

Oh, how I love him.