We woke up on Friday morning (closing day!) and drove up to Salt Lake to sign all of our closing documents and title for the house. Robin came over to stay with Lane and Leo while we went (Georgia was at preschool) and help pack up some boxes for when we returned. Mike and I enjoyed our drive to and from Salt Lake with no kids, the anticipation of this closing day had been a long time coming! We couldn't believe that our house was actually going to be our house and we reminisced about the whole building process and how much had changed in the last 7 or 8 months. After we signed all of our paperwork, Mike dropped me back off at my car and went into work for a few hours. I went home and helped Robin pack up a few more things and then load both of our cars to take an initial load over to the house. Robin was so cute and literally wouldn't let me left hardly anything! She would get mad anytime I tried to pick anything up- haha. Kelsi picked up G from school and met us over at the house, where she helped us unload our cars. The kids were so excited to be in the house and had a blast running around with Miles and Owen, showing them every detail of the new place. It was a long (loooooooong) day full of making trips back and forth from my parents house to the new house. Lucky for me, I was mostly on the receiving end, directing people where to put things in the new house, and organizing boxes as they came. The kids were good sports through it all, considering it was such a chaotic day and they kind of had to fend for themselves a lot of the time. By 7:30 we were all so exhausted. I bathed and put the kids down, and Mike and I just kind of started at each other blankly like, "what just happened today?" Moving can be such a pain! He kept asking me throughout the day how I was feeling, and to be honest I actually felt really good. I had an occasional braxton hicks contraction which was really normal for me, but other than that nothing felt abnormal, I actually felt as though I was contracting less than I had been in the days leading up to the move.
We woke up Saturday morning and Mike ran over to my parents for a quick load before the kids woke up. I got up with the kids around 7 am and started making breakfast for us. Mike came home around 8 and we decided to go get one more load in Alpine before heading to Georgia's soccer game at 9. Saturday became almost as chaotic as Friday, with lots of loads to and from Alpine. Also a trip to Lowes, and Costco for good measure. Again, Mike kept asking me how I was feeling and again, I really was feeling fine! Uncomfortable, yes. But no signs of impending labor. I made the kids Mac and Cheese for dinner and we called it a night early. When the kids were in bed, Mike ran out and got us a takeout. We enjoyed dinner, and set to work on setting up our dining table and putting felt on the bottom of our chairs and stools. We were both SO EXHAUSTED that night. Our couch was delivered earlier in the day, so the second we showered and sat down to watch a show, we both passed out very quickly. After a really normal nights sleep, we woke up on Sunday feeling way more refreshed. Mike, once again went to Alpine for another load that morning, and I once again began making breakfast for the kids. That morning was like a scene from a dream for me. We ate breakfast together as a family, the kids were playing together so contently, music was on, and I was actually feeling surprisingly settled and somewhat organized in our new place. The girls spend the morning playing Play-Doh while Lane spent his time lining up and organizing all of his cars. I hopped in the shower and then Leona helped me pick out a dress for church. It took a couple of different tries to find one that fit, but we settled on the blue and white striped trusty Target maternity dress. I helped the kids get in their church clothes and did their hair. We were late to church, which bothered me because this was the first Sunday in forever that we actually lived so close! I noticed while I was sitting in Sacrament Meeting that I was starting to have some contractions. I didn't think much about it because I do tend to have a lot of BH contractions toward the end. The only thing abnormal about these were that they were happening while I was sitting down and not up chasing my kids or packing and moving boxes. Everyone at church was asking me when I was due, and kept congratulating me on keeping the baby in during the move. Mike and I teach the CTR 4 class at church, so after Sacrament, Mike and I started walking into Primary when I realized that my contractions were happening pretty regularly. I looked over at Mike and said, "I think I might be in Labor." He kind of gave me a look like, whatever, and then had a second look of, "wait, are you really?" by the end of what seemed like the longest sharing time of my life when I made the decision to go to the hospital. We took the kids home and Mike made them lunch while I got a few things together to take to the hospital. They got me all checked into a triage room to check me and I was at a 4 and 80%. The nurse was really nice, but definitely did not believe I was labor. For some reason the machine was not picking up my contractions! She kept coming in and asking if she could feel my belly to make sure I really contracting. An hour passed and when she checked me again I was nearly a 5. I had been in contact with Mike the whole time, but told him that it was definitely time to come to the hospital. Mike took the kids to Kelsi's house to wait until Robin could get there to pick them up. Kelsi was such a lifesaver this whole weekend! Because my mom has been gone, I have really had to count on her to help during the move and this baby, I am so grateful for my sister!!!! Once Mike got to the hospital I gave them the go ahead to get the epidural as soon as possible, and the Anesthesiologist came in within 15 minutes. Once I got the epidural, I was so comfortable, I even took a nap. The epidural definitely slowed things down a bit. It took forever to get to a 6! Because it took almost 2 hours to get to a 6, I told the nurse it would be OK if they gave me some Pitocin. Once they got that going, went from a 6 to a 10 in 45 minutes! I couldn't believe it when they told me I was complete and ready to push. The anticipation of meeting your baby is unlike anything else. What will she look like? How much will she weigh? Will she have hair? We didn't have to wait long to have all of those burning questions answered, because 3 pushes later she was here! And more perfect than we could have ever imagined.
6 lbs 15 oz // 19 inches
They put her on my chest and the first thing I said to Mike was, "she looks like Leona!" The relief of having her out and hearing her cry was the best feeling. She calmed down right away and nursed almost immediately. We spent the next hour in the recovery room doing skin to skin and nursing until it was time to take us down to my recovery room. Mike finally got to hold her, and on a side note- the Jazz won! April 23rd, will always and forever be one of my very favorite days! It was the perfect day to welcome our sweet Vivi Joy into the world. Even though our lives are chaotic with this move, Vivian has helped me be able to slow down and enjoy the newborn yumminess that is so fleeting. The kids are head of heels in love with her, and we all feel so lucky that she is here, healthy and safe. Vivian's pregnancy was by far my hardest pregnancy, both physically and mentally. The only thing that could make up for how difficult those 9 months were is HER! I would do those 9 months over again and again for the gift of having her with us. I love you more than you will ever know, baby girl.