Kanyin's Birth

Don't worry, Kanyin's only 6 months old...but it's never to late to record these things right? Kanyin was due Feburary 24, 2012. Well, Feburary 24th was another normal day. Get up, Shawn made me an awesome "due date" breakfast, do some chores, get ready for work, go to work, come home, make dinner, eat dinner, clean up, read some scriptures, relax etc. I was really hoping that Kanyin would come on her due date which was  a Friday. I got five paid days off work and I wanted the two weekends on both ends to give me more time. I was trying everything in my power to get this baby out. Around 10pm that night, I got a burst of energy and decided to run stairs. I figured I would bounce this baby out. Shawn and I got dressed in our gym clothes and went to the gym. Shawn would time me going up the stairs over and over. Or we would race. Either he was being nice or I was a fast pregnant runner up the stairs. I could keep up with him pretty good. :) I got some pretty weird looks, which I don't blame people... some really big lady trying to run up and down, up and down. I am sure it was amusing. After about 45 minutes of that, I was done. We decided to watch a movie at home. When all of a sudden I felt like I peed my pants! I ran to the bathroom and made it just in time for lots of water to come out. I didn't really think it was my water breaking because I wasn't in pain. Shawn insisted it was my water. Silly us didn't have much packed for the hospital, so while I was on the toilet, I would yell things that Shawn needed to put in the bag. He even boiled some water, so he could say he boiled water.(He read online what to do if you have to deliver a baby and it said to have boiled water). Oh I love this guy. :) Finally at midnight, we headed out! We got lots of cheers from our girls in the complex as we were walking out. "Yah it's baby time!!" "Go Torrey Go!!"

Here is me wondering why this baby is still inside of me 

This is where we were 5 hours later! Yah for running stairs!

When we got to the hospital I still wasn't in any pain. The nurse checked me and I was only dilated to a two. I knew that meant we were in for a long night. They said since my water broke, I had to stay at the hospital to prevent infection and I had 24 hours to have this baby. They decided to put me on a little bit of pitocin, to get the contractions going, and oh boy did they get going. For most of the night, I would lay there and when I felt a contraction coming, I would wake Shawn up and he would come running out of his chair and press on my knees really hard. (This took away some of the pressure from the contractions). At around 3 am they checked me again and I was still at a two! I was so disappointed. I just quite thinking..with all this pain why is nothing happening. A few more hours and more frequent contractions, I progressed to a three. Around 7am I got epidural and was able to sleep for a few  hours after a long night of no sleep and lots of pain. I am so grateful for epidurals. It really made things more enjoyable and  helped things progress. Basically around 10am I was ready to push. My nurse and Shawn were my coaches and Dr. Lovell came in a half hour later and then another half hour of pushing and she was here! I will never forget the feeling I had when I saw and heard her for the first time. I could not hold back the tears. It was such a spiritual moment for me. This little girl was a child of God and given to us to care for. I was overwhelmed with gratitude.She was 8lbs 10oz! A nice big baby. Her oxygen levels were low so they had to take her and about minute after she was born and give her oxygen, and monitor it while we were in the hospital. By the time we left, she was doing great! 

I didn't change a single diaper in the hospital. My recovery was pretty rough, couldn't really get out of bed, so I was blessed to have Shawn with me. What a great Daddy this guy is. 

First family picture

Ready to go home! Don't be fooled. In all the pics she is sleeping, but there was very very little sleep that happened in the hospital. She wanted to party it up and eat and eat and eat some more.

Basically the moral of the story is. We cannot describe the feelings we have for this little girl. Which I am sure every parent experiences. To me it is a gift from our Heavenly Father that we can love these little people that are sent to us in the way we do. I am excited to see her grow and change. I hope and pray that we can be good parents and raise her to make good choices and to love her Heavenly Father.