penelope anne werdal

she is here, she came fast, she is beautiful. the story... we set out on sunday to have a normal werdal day. got ready for church, all was good. sat through church, all was good. came home, ate lunch, all was good. had a wiener roast with friends and family, all was not good, but this has nothing to do with labor, it had everything to do with russ phillips and his mystery meat that contained bones...trust russ! headed home and told scott that i didn't feel that great and pretty much just blamed it all on russ and the hot dog i had eaten. got home and vacuumed the house, all was good...at this point you may think that i was nesting, but you need to understand that i hate going to bed with a dirty house so this was not unusual...and i live in a dorm, it doesn't take long to clean up. at about three in the morning (after i stopped pestering scott and he stopped praying that i would just go to sleep), i thought to myself...yeah, i don't feel that great, and i don't like russ at all. i layed there a little more, and about three-thirty i got up to use the washroom. while there i found a great stance between the bath tub and the toilet paper roll that held my weight while i contracted one on top of the other (at this point i no longer blamed russ and the grossness that he and scott had eaten at the bonfire). scott heard me breathing, hard, at around four and came to my side. at this point i am well on my way, contractions were one after another and the toilet paper roll is getting way bent out of shape. by four twenty we were on the phone with the hospital and answering their questions...which by the way, when one is in hard labor like myself, you don't know all the answers, nor do you care to even be talking with them! by five we were at the hospital, my water had broken (thought i had peed), i had forgotten my care card (not thinking), and trying to answer the emergency lady's questions that made no sense to me...again people, i am in labor. we were sent upstairs, got checked out - six centimeters at this point, throwing up (hot dogs, i not only ate a hot dog, i also had to have it a second time...are you serious. i may not be so excited to invite people out for a wiener roast any time soon!) then we had to be admitted, they asked scott to go back downstairs and get admitted...come on people, you are taking away my one support, what the heck are you thinking. got to my little delivery room, felt the little urge to push, got checked - nine centimeters at this point, was told to have one or two more contractions without pushing, i had one and in two more with two pushes we had ourselves a new little girl. no doctors, just my two beautiful and great nurses, with my husband, i delivered peneople anne at six twenty five monday morning, weighing six pounds ten ounces. three and a bit hours, no rips, no issues, just an early baby and a beautiful blessing. i am so very thankful. everything has gone really well since we have been home. sophie is so excited about this baby and wants to rock and hold, kiss and hug her all the time. she is very protective and does not like it when baby cries, at first she too would break down and just sob when 'penny' cried. now she just looks in concern and then wants to hold her. she helps me burp baby and pats her back. the only thing that bothers me is how big she looks now, no longer is she my baby, but a full grown little girl. i can't believe how big her hands and feet are compared to her sisters, i can't believe how 'big' she got over night. i am sorry the pictures are so bad and so few, our little camera packed it in, but we have lots on our good old film camera. i will update with those when i get a chance.