Rozzi is adjusting "pretty well" to having a new sister. At first she pretty much just ignored her but now she is starting to get a little more interested and asks to hold her. Her favorite thing to do is snuggle her in bed. At first she didn't understand what "sister" meant. People kept asking her if she had a baby sister and she would say "No. It's a baby girl." But I think she is starting to get it. Lately she has been singing "Baby Kirra, Baby Kirra" to the tune of "Cinderella, Cinderella, night and day it's Cinderella." It's pretty funny.
We had a baby! And I am finally getting around to blogging. Why is blogging such a pain? Anyway I figured I should document the birth story since it was so. Much. FUN. Sooooo....after 9 LONG, HORRIBLE Months of being pregnant I finally started having contractions. On Monday night I woke up at 1 a.m. and was having contractions 5 minutes apart all night and they kinda hurt. Being the nice wife and friend that I am, I didn't want to wake anyone up yet to come watch Rozzi in the middle of the night so I decided to keep waiting to make sure it was for real. So of course I hung out on Pinterest and Facebook all night, then finally woke Jeff up at 6 a.m. and told him I was going to the hospital to have them check me. I mean, I was having contractions five minutes apart for 5 hours straight so I was pretty sure this was it. Well I get to the hospital and I was only dilated to a two. What the freak! So they had me walk laps in the hall for an hour and checked me again. NADA. I went home and the contractions started slowing down. Lame. So they were off and on all day and we just hung out, went to the park, went to the store, whatever. Tuesday night I was like, screw this, I'm taking a sleeping pill since I hadn't slept in like 2 days (or 2 1/2 years...whatever). I was out COLD all night until I hear a popping noise and woke up completely drenched at 5 a.m. I never had my water break before and it was a weird feeling. So I wake up Jeff and call my neighbor to come watch Rozzi. We get in the car and I wasn't feeling too bad. I was having contractions but they were manageable. Of course Jeff has to stop at this freaking red TURN light on Roseville Parkway. The same thing happened with Rozzi. Dude. It's 5 in the morning. You don't have to stop for a turn light! Anyway, we get to the hospital and everything is cool. I'm thinking it's going to go pretty much the same as with Rozzi. Well, they take us straight to the Delivery room and start getting us set up. Within five minutes my contractions start getting crazy bad and are like one minute apart. Within 10 minutes I am crying in pain. Nothing was set up. Our nurse was running around trying to track down people to help and trying to get a hold of our doctor. Jeff and I are sitting in the room by ourself, I'm curled up in a ball, not hooked up to a monitor, not hooked up to an IV, nothing. We're in there for like 15 min waiting for people to come tell us what's going on. Finally our nurse comes in and I am in some serious pain. I ask her when I can get an epidural. She says she's not sure. 2 minutes later I feel the baby moving down my stomach. I start freaking out and tell her I need an epidural now. She starts screaming for someone to track down the doctor. By this point I realize the baby is coming out and there is no way I'm getting an epidural. I start freaking out and everyone keeps telling me it's ok. I start screaming "It's NOT OK!" Then the baby starts coming out and I am hanging onto the bed posts with two hands screaming and people are running in and out and I have no idea what else is going on because I am screaming in CRAZY pain! It only lasted like 10 minutes but it was INTENSE! I think my doctor showed up a couple minutes after the baby came out but I don't even know. We got to the hospital at 5:30 a.m. and Kirra was born at 6:24. Luckily it was only an hour. Definitely the craziest hour of my life. I don't think I could handled it if it was any longer! But after all the craziness everything has been going pretty smoothly. We struuuuggled with her name and she wasn't named until later that night which drove Jeff crazy! But she has been a "pretty good" baby for us and is pretty much an exact replica of a baby Rozzi! We are finally getting adjusted to having two kids are excited to see her little personality come out as she grows! Fun times!