I can't believe that tomorrow is Cambree's birthday. It really doesn't seem like it has been a whole year. I still vividly remember bending over to pick up Hudson's diaper when my water broke one year ago today. Mike and I had joked about it happening all day. Mike was working a hockey game that night, and Hudson and I were on our way to watch the game. Mike had joked with his co-workers that his wife was going to go into labor. He was in the little boys room when I called him. 35 minutes before the game. Nobody believed him when he came back in and said that he had to leave because his wife's water had broken. I probably should have let him work the game. Nothing really happened for a long time. I guess a good way to celebrate Cam's birthday is to tell the story of her birth. So at the time I was baking the Rhode's loafs of bread every couple of days. Of course on this day I had one rising. I took it with because I didn't want it to sit on my counter for 2 or 3 days. I gave it to my sister-in-law Brandie who met us at the hospital to take Hudson. I don't think she baked it. I am sure it wasn't any good. My water broke at 6:20 pm. I arrived at the hospital at around 7:30. We checked in and of course the nurse, doing her job, was giving me crap about "are you sure your water broke". Yes, I was sure. When I bent over it felt like a water balloon popped in me. Plus the constant leaking after that. I knew I was there for the night. It was a very busy night at the new hospital. I had to stay in the check-in room until around 11. Finally they moved me to my own room. I was group b strep positive, so I had to get 3 doses of antibiotic before they would give me pitocin. Oh, I still did not have a single contraction and did not until they gave me pitocin around 1 am. About half an hour to an hour later they came in and took me off pitocin because they had a bunch of people come in and they couldn't monitor me like they needed too. I was pretty upset because things were finally happening. I was starting to feel very little contractions. I tried to get a little bit of sleep, but couldn't because I was uncomfortable and I was so excited to meet my little girl. They finally came back in around 4:30...I think to start me back on the pitocin. The first dose did nothing. So they came back in an hour later and gave me a stronger dose. It worked. I started having really painful contractions really close together. So, Mike and the nurse suggested the epidural. I was in so much pain that I didn't really think about it. Doesn't make sense, I know. So I got my epidural. The first dose didn't do a thing. I was still in sooo much pain. So the anestesiologist came back in. The guy was a jerk. He was so rude to me and I really just wanted him to feel the pain that I was in. He gave me a second dose. It still didn't work. The nurse had me turning over and changing my position, but it was still so painful. I didn't really want the 3rd dose because the guy was such an a-hole, but the nurse convinced me that if I was still in pain I should get it because I was getting really close to pushing. So one more dose from the a-hole. Right after he left the nurse checked me. She said I was probably around 5-6 centimeters and it would take a while still. She noted that on her computer and did a couple other little things in the room. Right before she walked out I told her that I felt a lot of pressure...down there. She didn't want to check me, but did. I was very glad she did. I had progressed to a 10 in just a couple of minutes. So in rushed the doctor. Two contractions and three pushes later I met my beautiful baby girl. Words can not even explain the rush of love and happiness that flooded me the moment they laid her on my chest. I am so lucky to have my two beautiful babies. They give me so much joy every day. I love them so much. 
