I was scheduled to be induced on Sept. 7, 2011. I was instructed to call at 6:30am to find out what time to come in. The nurse on call told me to be there at 7:30am. We got ready, dropped the boys off at my friend Ashlie's house and headed out to Riverton Hospital. Now this is a bit of a jaunt from Cottonwood Heights. As we pulled off of Bangerter Highway, the hospital calls and said they had a bunch of ladies in active labor come in and they didn't have room for me. This is not the news that a pregnant woman wants to hear. My Aunt Zanne, Trav and I headed over to Village Inn for a little breakfast. The hospital called while we were there and said we could come back. They got me checked in around 9am, started the patosine, broke my water, gave me my epidural and we were on our way. We waited and waited. Not much was happening. Later in the day they figured out that she was posterior. I just started to cry, remembering the horrible labor I had with Isaac due to him being posterior. They tried putting me in different positions to try to get her to move. She rolled to her side, but was still not descending. Around 9pm my doctor came in and we started pushing. Still nothing. After an hour of pushing my doc informed me that she was in a pocket in my pelvis and she was not coming down. She told me that I could keep pushing and see what happens, but was very confident that I would still end up with a c section. I was exhausted and told her if that was going to be the outcome anyway, let's go ahead with the c section. I was prepped and wheeled into the operating room. While I was laying there, I heard a voice say "Mandi?". When I looked up I saw a friend of mine Jamie, from middle school and high school. We were good friends, but I hadn't seen her since graduation. It was fun to have a familiar face there. Now having a c section was about the weirdest feeling I have ever experienced. I felt no pain, but could feel the pressure of them relocating my insides to get the baby out. Strange. At 11:09pm when they pulled her out, I heard gasps from all the nurses. Of course, I panicked and thought something was wrong until I heard one of them say "Look at her eyelashes". When they handed her to me, I had to check out what the fuss was about. Her lashes were indeed spectacular, dark and touching her eyebrows. I found myself staring at the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen. I was in love with this 8lb. 4oz, 20.5 inch little muffin.
Ready for surgery...
Love at first sight.
With Tutu
With Mimaw
Sophie's first sponge bath.
The boy were so excited to meet their new little sister. We had to time them holding her to avoid the fighting.
Grandpa Glenn and Grandma Sharleen
Alex was watching a show on the tv. The next thing we knew, he was snuggled right up with Sophie.
Grandma Norma
Grandpa Ron
Aunt Harmony
Grumpy
My three blessings
Here is the scoop behind Sophie's name. My middle name is Ellen, my Aunt Zanne's middle name is Ellen, my Grandma(Tutu)'s middle name is Ellen and my Great Grandma is Ellen Sophrona. I fell in love with the name Sophrona, which is Greek and means "wisdom". We flipped the order so she too would have the middle name Ellen.
With Mom and Tutu
Headed home.
Since I was down, Tutu took Alex to pick out his first back pack. He came home with an Elmo one, which is quite funny since he has never watched Elmo.
The night before he went, Isaac, like any good big brother, taught him on what to expect from preschool. I was in the other room listening. It was the cutest thing. Isaac also helped him write his name on his back pack.
This was the first thing he wanted to do when he came through the door.
