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Created: 10 May 2016

Monday morning began early for me when I woke up at 4:00 with what I was pretty sure were real labor pains.  I had been having braxton-hicks for a while but after thirty minutes I knew this was it and woke up Robert.  For hours the contractions got closer together and consistently stronger.  I was well rested and excited that this birth seemed to be going quickly and easily like Cecelia’s.  I was expecting to have a new little one in my arms by noon.

Little One had other plans.

I called my mom around 6:00 and let her know that I was in labor and that things were going quickly.  Then around 7:00 the contractions started slowing down so Rob and the girls and I went for a walk.  Robert reminded me that we didn’t have a girl’s name which sent me into a little bit of a panic.  The walk helped but once I got back home they started to slow down again and we had also settled on a name:)

 By 9:00 Robert and I decided that I was fine and he could go help my dad and brother with a neighbor’s roof.  So I labored in the RV while the girls went with my mom to her house.  Between 9:00 and 12:00 I spent my time on the couch, at my moms and taking her steps two at a time trying to get things going again.

That must have worked, because after doing that about ten times the contractions started to pick back up.  Rob came home around that time too, which was perfect, but I still could tell I had a ways to go.  I labored in the tub for a while and then on the floor with a birthing ball.  The girls came in for a while and would take turns having contractions on the birthing ball:) but they got bored pretty quickly so my friend took them to her house for their nap.

Around 4:00 things started to get all kinds of real.

My sister got there just when I needed her and helped me stay focused.  Robert never left my side and helped keep me from spinning off into the deep end:)  After an hour and half of pushing – the most intense of all my labors – Charlotte was born at 5:31 pm.  As I held her in my arms both Robert and I were shocked that it was a girl – I wanted another girl so badly that I was convinced that it was going to be a boy:)

Then the girls came home and could barely hold themselves still – they were so excited to meet their sister and Arrabella wasn’t at all pleased that she had to go to bed at Grandma’s and couldn’t hold the baby all night long.  Charlotte and I were soon enjoying the first of many herb baths (which I am convinced is one of the reasons I heal quickly after birth) and I was tucked into bed with my tiny new one beside me.

I wasn’t expecting her for two more weeks,

but I was sure glad to have her there!