The day before this tiny appeared, we decided to go to a Third Day concert at the fair. We walked and walked and walked...no wonder she came the next day! The next day we met Daddy for a picnic lunch and he left his keys in the van. He called me and we'd already made it home, but I said I would head back that way. As we drove, I had to pull off Yale into a subdivision so I could stop for the contractions. I had to stop many times on the way there and rushed back home. I made dinner for the kiddos and lay down on the couch because the contractions were intense. I called Andy and he came home pretty soon after that. He asked me if he should call Ruth, but I wasn't sure. This was my first truly natural delivery and the pain just wasn't that bad. It was MUCH worse when I was induced with Mr C. He decided to be on the safe side {go figure, ha} and call her. She sent over a doula to check me and I was dialated to an eight {of a possible ten...yeah}. She called Ruth and told her to get to our home as fast as possible. The man with the delivery tub came and tried to set up, but I was too far along. Our little Eliza was making her way. I labored on the bed on my left side for three or four contractions before I said that I needed to stand up. Andy took one arm and my Mom took the other while I squatted and delivered Eliza into this world. She was my face up little soldier and was a little stubborn coming out. To this day she doesn't say, do, or even think anything she doesn't want to! I love my little independent spirit!
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