Where have the past seven months gone?!

I am so in love with this little girl...

I can't imagine my life without her!

Little miss Isla Kay

I am so behind on my blogging, it is RIDICULOUS!!!!

Isla Kay was born on May 7th, 2010 at 10:43 a.m. She was one week early and it worked out perfectly because she was born on my friend, Michaela's birthday and my friend Jane's son's birthday. Jane and I were born one day apart, so it's kinda cool that our kids have the same birthday.

When I went into the Dr.s on Monday, May 3rd, she 'stirred my membranes' and said that it should get things moving along. I totally wasn't prepared for it and as I started thinking about how I could go into labor any time, I started freaking out.

*Also, that Monday, I spent the whole day with Isla's daddy...As much as I tried to get him to admit that he was still moving, he denied the whole thing. ASS!

Wednesday, May 5th: Really hoped that I was going to have a cinqo de mayo baby

Thursday, May 6th:

5 a.m. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I got ready to get in bed, I felt like I peed my pants...Oh...No...I decided to put a pad on and go back to bed until I started feeling contractions or more of a burst of fluid.

8 a.m. Went for a walk with my parents around Lakeside lake, felt some fluid leaking out, but still felt great.

9:30 a.m. stopped off at a garage sale in the neighborhood. My mom knew the girl who lived there and she asked me when I was due, I said, 'any time now'. She thought it was funny that I was at a garage sale, knowing that I was going to have a baby soon.

10 a.m. called Dr. Evan's office and they told me that I needed to come up to the hospital since I tested positive for Group B Strep. So I jumped into the shower, and got ready to head up to the hospital and have a baby!

11 a.m. Checked into Lakeside hospital

I fully intended to try and go as natural as possible in my delivery. Unfortunately, I couldn't get up and walk around or labor in the tub because I had to be hooked up to internal monitors and every time I moved, they'd fall out. It sucked so bad!!

1:30 a.m. I decided to have an epidural

2:00 a.m. Baby's heart rate dropped down to 34 bpm and the nurses rushed into to prep me for an emergency C-Section! At first I had NO IDEA what was going on and then once they started talking to me about the baby, I was freaking out. I wanted nothing more than for them to take her out so I knew that she was safe.

2:01 a.m. The nurses got her heart rate back up and all was good...no C-Section for me.

9:45 a.m. Fully dilated, time to push

*PUSHING SUCKS BIG TIME!!!*

10:43 a.m. Isla Kay enters the world.

She is everything I could ever want and more. She is the best baby every and I love her to death. Even without her daddy present, it was the most perfect day.

Today was the day...

Dear future daughter,

Today was the day that I decided that it was just going to be me & you.

I really hate to say this, but your father is a stupid ass! I have always promised myself that I would never speak ill of him in front of you, but I can't hold it in any longer.

Yesterday, I found out that he is planning on moving half way across the country, the week before you are supposed to make your entry into this word. SHADY! Just the simple fact that he's chosing to do this, RIGHT NOW, angers me beyond belief. Why a father wouldn't want to stick around to meet his ONLY daughter, I do not understand and probably never will.

When you finally come of age, where you start asking me about him, I'm going to have a very hard time finding anything remotely nice to say about him. He is a liar, cheater and an addict and I am so very glad that he will not be a part of your life. If you decide one day, when you're older, that you want to find him, I will be supportive, but I will also be there when he breaks your heart, like he did mine. I HOPE that you only have to endure it one time, for I have had mine broken by him many, many times.

I love you, and I can't wait to meet you.
(I have no idea if this will be around for you to read it, just needed to get it out there)

<3 Momma

OMG! I'm not ready!!

I have 16 days left until my due date!!

That's only 16 days to cherish this massive belly that I have become so attached to over the past 9 months.

That's only 16 days to finish up EVERYTHING that I haven't done...like wash baby clothes, set up the changing table and bassinet. 

I can't wait to meet my daughter, but at the same time, I am honestly going to miss being pregnant. Well, not the whole tree stump for legs, issue...and not being able to drink...but everything else.

I'm not ready for her to grow up...even though she's already done so much growing inside of me. Every day she gets bigger and bigger.

16 days...OMFG!!!

Final Stretch

I entered into my third trimester today...final stretch of this pregnancy! Looking back, I can't believe how bad I've been at documenting pregnancy stuff. I had this idea in my head that I would take a picture every month to see how my belly was growing. Did I do that? No!

I bought a journal to keep track of things, did I write in it? No!

Hopefully, I'll get better at the this whole thing by the time the baby comes. I don't want to look bad and not remember huge milestones in her life. 

I can't believe I only have 84 days left!!! I can't wait to meet her and hold her in my arms. 

On a side note: 

I've been talking to her dad. This happened towards the end of January. Out of the blue, he texted me and said he was sorry for the way he acted. We've been texting on and off since, and have even gotten together once. He's still not 100% active/interested in my pregnancy, but he did say that I can tell him everything and anything...which is nice to know.

We'll see what happens...I'm not holding my breath, but I am slightly optimistic.

It only took 5 months!

Today, at 12:45am, the father of my babé, sent me a text message.

*First time since I've heard from him since telling him I was pregnant*

I got the message at 2:30am, and have been sitting here freaking out since. I haven't responded yet. I'm really not sure what to say back.