Wow- where do I start?! So much has happened in the last month! Matry joined us on March 16 at 6:45pm. She came out with swirly hair, long fingers and her daddy's ears :) Life has been wonderful with her- I can't remember life without her. A quick little blurb to catch you up to speed. Myself and Ben went in to labor and delivery the night of the 14th because I was having strong contractions. The contractions were real but for some reason my body was not progressing (not dilating- sorry boys.) My doctor was out of town for Spring Break (wonderful timing) so the doctor on call asked if we wanted to stay over night to be "watched" or did I just want to show up the evening of the 15th (the next day) as I had already been scheduled to be induced. We decided to go home to see if we could get any sort of sleep before we would have to return to the hospital. When we showed up on the 15th we were checked in to our room (which was beautiful) as we tried to prepare ourselves for what was supposed to happen. The doctor started my IV (fun stuff) and started me on a medication in the hopes that I would start to dilate. I'm a pro at having contractions- no trouble in that department, but, unfortunately, contractions alone will not get a baby out. About five hours after I had been given the medication I was checked by the nurse- still no progress. This is when the fun begins. There is this wonderful medication called Pitocin. Pitocin is used to advance labor. My contractions started to get stronger and stronger and closer together. It's a pain that is difficult to explain. It was tolerable- but not fun. After hours (about 10) of having contraction after contraction (and throwing up from the medication- sorry again) the doctor sadly told me I still had not dilated although my contractions were good and strong (a minute apart.) That's when we knew we would probably be set up for a C-section. I was disappointed I was not going to have her as planned, but at the same time I knew my body just wasn't going to help her out without the doctor's help. So- we were set for 6pm. That's when I started to get very VERY scared. After not having slept and being in pain/exhausted for hours on end, I started to panic and shut down. I did not think I could do it. I knew I didn't have a choice, but I was very afraid to go under the knife- even more afraid of the thing they kept calling "the spinal." Well, long story not soooo long, Matry joined this world at 6:45pm on the dot- screaming and crying. I didn't think I'd get emotional, but it just happens. Your body takes over and reacts in a beautiful way when you hear your baby cry for the first time. All we had been through in the last two years or so had finally come to a point. She was here- something we had waited for for so long- something I had waited for all my life. She was 6lbs 15oz and was nearly 21inches long! Every bit of her is perfect- all in the right place and beautiful. It has been one month (tomorrow) since we've had her and I wouldn't change anything for the world. Late-night feedings can be rough but at the same time every time I feed her is such a bonding experience. Everybody has been so supportive and helpful. Andrea and Caroline flew down to see her which was amazing! Taylor came down and fell in love too. Ben is an amazing dad and Emry is an amazing sister. I wish all of you were here. It's times like this that make it difficult to be away from family and friends- I want to share everything! We love and miss you all! P.S. Thank you cards for all the gifts and cards will be mailed shortly. Please don't think we don't appreciate every body's generosity. Love to you all! xoxoxo 
