Surprise!!! IT'S A GIRL!!!

Sorry I am SO LATE in updating our page, BUT it has been SO BUSY with the two babies!!! We are SO HAPPY to WELCOME our new beautiful DAUGHTER, Taylor Elizabeth!!! Taylor was born on September 27th, 2007 at 3:50 am in Henderson, Nevada. She came into the world happy and totally healthy, weighing 6 pounds, 3 ounces, and measuring 19 inches . . . with TONS of dark, long hair (mostly in the back!) and bright blue eyes. Mommy, Daddy, Grandma Boe, the doc and 3 nurses were present at her birth . . . it was so fun and special. Here is a summary of the events leading up to seeing our baby girl for the first time: I had my weekly OB check-up on Wednesday morning, the 26th, at 10 a.m. I was 4 cm dialated and 100% effaced. The doctor said I could go any time and that as soon as labor pains got regular to head to the hospital since it would probably be fast. He said he'd bet I wouldn't make it through the weekend. I was so excited!!! I told him it would be tonight after midnight or tomorrow since there was a full moon and the date was the 27th--Charlie and I had known it would be the 27th for months . . . it was exactly one week before my due date and the full moon AND Seahorse was born on the 27th (He was exactly 1 week early too!). After my appointment, I was having a lot of pain, which I thought was from my check-up . . . Picked up my mom at the airport and then we took Seahorse to Dairy Queen since he had an appointment before mine and had to get shots. At Dairy Queen, and in a lot of pain, I realized the "pain from the check-up" was actually contractions . . . I was starting labor. When we left, I called Charlie and told him I thought I was starting labor and he may want to cancel his patients for the next day. We were so excited!!! Mom and I took Horse to Walmart cuz Mom wanted to buy him a scooter and a big ball for the park . . . I could barely walk through the store. Contractions were making me wince in pain. Took Horsie to the park . . . I just sat down and tried not to DIE while Mom played with him. The contractions weren't very close together but they were very painful. When we got home, I felt compelled to get things done around the house but knew I needed to rest . . . slept for 2 hours but kept waking up from the contractions. Charlie, Horsie, Mom, Aunt Jen (Held, not Aunt Jen Ries) and I went to Metro Pizza for dinner . . . my doctor said pizza speeds up labor and I wanted this baby out now!!! At dinner, songs about girls kept playing ("everyone knows it's Wendy" and the "Lola" song) and Mom and I looked at each other and Mom said "Oh my gosh . . . this is an omen: It's a girl. I know it." I laughed . . . no way, I said. It's a boy . . . I was "sure." (haha) I wanted to go to the hospital after we bathed Horsie and put him to bed, but since my contractions weren't regular, Charlie thought we should get some sleep and then go when they got closer. We were happy that we were able to put Horsie to bed and he wouldn't even know we were gone. I packed my bags and layed out my clothes . . . took a shower and put on mascara. I was all ready to go! When we were getting in bed, Charlie said, "Molly, I think we're having a girl. Joey and Traci did [have a girl] and your Draino test was the exact same, you said." For a split second, I thought maybe it could be a girl . . . our Draino WAS the same . . . but then I THOUGHT, "There's no way. It is a boy for sure." But for the first time I didn't FEEL sure. (All of the signs said boy: the Draino test, the ring-over-the-belly test, I was carrying SO low and ALL out front and the heartrate was low the ENTIRE pregnancy and I didn't gain any weight anywhere but my belly, which are all old wives tales for BOYS . . . hence the 'TALE' part!) I woke up around 12:30 am with bad contractions . . . layed there a while, in and out of sleep, woke Charlie at 1:30 since they were getting closer and progressively worse. He was so exhausted and still asleep so he rolled over, patted my head like a dog and said, "Good job, honey. Now go back to sleep and we'll go to the hospital in the morning. You're doing a great job." I was like, "No, for real . . . it's time . . . Wake up, we gotta go right NOW." I threw my clothes on and brushed my teeth, trying not to wake the baby as I was yelling in pain. Charlie came into the bathroom while I was getting dressed and took some pictures . . . he was like, "Come on, smile! Quit wincing!" And then he came in dressed and said, "Do you like this shirt?" And THEN while I was WAITING at the front door, holding my bag and pillow and the keys, he came out holding sneakers and sandals and said, "Which do you think will be more comfortable? Shoes or flipflops cuz I will probably be on my feet for hours and hours." I almost killed him. Obviously he didn't know the extent of my labor. I was like, "No, it won't be HOURS it will be right here on the floor in a couple of minutes if you don't HURRY UP!" We woke my mom to tell her we were leaving and I kissed Seahorse goodbye. Mom called Jen to come over and stay with Horsie so she could meet us up there. Contractions 30 seconds long and 2 minutes apart on the way to the hospital--we left the house at 10 minutes till 2 (a.m.). When we got to the hospital around 2 am, I was crying and yelling out in pain all the way in and at the nurses desk while Charlie was trying to check in. (He later told me he was totally embarrassed and that people were staring at us.) The nurses gave me a chair to sit down in but I held onto the arm rests and squatted down in the chair and they yelled, "No! Don't push! Oh, no, she's bearing down!" I was crying for some Stadol (drugs) when we got there and when they checked me and I was already 7 cm, they said you won't have time for drugs if you want an epidural. Um, yeah . . . I am PRETTY sure I want an epidural! I had to get my IV in and gown on and go through an ENTIRE bag of fluids before they gave me the epidural. It seemed like forever but I bet it was only a half an hour . . . the longest half an hour of my life! I'm not sure but I think they put in the epidural after only a half of a bag of fluids because I was screaming so hard. As I was rolling in pain waiting for the epidural, Charlie was relaxing on the couch on the other side of my room, texting our family and friends updates on the labor. If I could have gotten up to strangle him, I would have. He was just kicked back, talking on the phone and laughing, smiling . . . getting ready, all excited . . . while I was DYING in the bed. Funny in hindsight but I wasn't laughing then. When my mom got up to the nurses desk at labor and delivery, they said, "Oh, you must be the mother of the one who came in screaming." Another family member humiliated. Good job, Molly. Anyway, got the epidural and was happy . . . when they checked me 15 mintues after the epidural, I was already at 10 cm, ready to push, they said, as soon as the doctor was ready. So I bet I was at a 9 when I got the epidural . . . no drugs and 9 cm . . . wow, I rule! Dr. Hersh was the doctor on call. I hadn't met him previously but he was very nice. He was surprised that we were waiting until the baby was born to find out the sex . . . I asked him to guess what he thought it was and he said "girl." I was like, "Really? You think it's a girl?" He laughed and said, "You told me to guess . . . it's 50-50." I started pushing around 3:20, I believe. It was nothing like Seahorse's birth, he was painless and popped right out . . . The back of Taylor's head was out and everyone was laughing at how much hair the baby had. One nurse said "It's so long you could put it in a ponytail!" Then, for a second I thought it was a girl. Again, it was just a fleeting thought and then I thought, "Get real, Molly. You KNOW it's a boy." (haha). At 3:50 a.m. on September 27th, everyone shouted "It's a GIRL!" Charlie, my mom, and I were all FLOORED!!! Taylor was a wonderful, sweet surprise! We are obsessed with our little Tater Tot . . . she is sweet as pie and so loveable and loving.