labor day.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

We spent the weekend in Glen Rose to celebrate Molly and Brett's wedding. Had I known I was going into labor on Sunday, I probably wouldn't have been out on the dance floor until 1 a.m....but I didn't know...and the band was amazing. I, also, would have slept in since I was going to be awake, more or less, for the next 36 hours.

We drove back to Dallas on Sunday. And then....nesting mode began: Unpacking from the weekend, re-packing hospital bags, laundry, grocery store, Northhaven Gardens to pick out pumpkins, and planted 5 pots. After my planting frenzy, I sat down and had a glass of water. Oh, how I wished I had savored every last bit of that water. I wouldn't get to drink anything for the next 14 hours. Covered in dirt, I decided to take a quick shower.

It's 6:30 p.m. and all of a sudden my water breaks. How lucky to have my water break in the shower. Actually, I was just relieved I didn't have to do the whole timing-of-contractions thing. I honestly didn't pay close enough attention in our LaMaze class during that part. I yelled for Mark, who of course couldn't here me...and then decided to finish my shower. I was suprisingly calm until more water came...and then I got nervous. Don't ask me why the first one didn't throw me into action. I hopped out and told Mark to get ready to go to the hospital. And boy do I wish I had taped him running around the house. After throwing some clothes in our hospital bag and doing a bit of pacing, he came to me and said..."Okay, I'm at a loss of what to do." Lucky for us, I had a little checklist on our Baby Binder of who to call. He called the hospital, they told us to come right in. Mark said we would be there in 5 minutes. But my hair was wet and I didn't have any makeup on!!! I settled for partially drying my hair because as the water continued "breaking", I was starting to freak out a bit.

We got to the hospital and for some reason, Mark didn't make the right turn which sent us on a little detour. Now, between doctor appointments and classes we had been up to the hospital at least 25 times in the last 9 months....it was rather funny. We get parked and walk up to the front desk where Mark loudly announces, "Her water broke! I think she's going into labor!" Unfortunately these ladies did not reciprocate Mark's enthusiasm, told us they were both admitting other patients, and sent us to the waiting room to fill out a form. Ha...again...I needed a video camera.

We were soon admitted, got to skip triage (I was VERY excited about this!), and got situated in the labor and delivery room. We were very blessed to have such an amazing nurse and since they work 7 to 7 shifts we would most likely have her with us through the whole labor. (She ended up staying after her shift...even had her kids' carpool changed, so she could stay with us through the delivery. Amazing.) My doctor was not on-call, but sure enough, he showed up Sunday night and stayed through the night with us. I have the most caring and wonderful doctor in the whole world and he was such a strong support and encouragement for Mark and I throughout our pregnancy.

Well, in a nutshell I received my epidural around 10:30 p.m., was 5 cm at midnight, 9 cm at 2:20 a.m. and 10 cm around 4 a.m. Then, we pushed for 3 hours. Honestly, it didn't feel like 3 hours because I was falling asleep inbetween contractions. (This is the girl that goes to bed at 9:30 p.m....and who has never been able to pull an all-nighter.) Ryan finally joined us at 7:20 a.m. It was crazy...you really can't describe how you feel or what is going on through your mind when you first see this little baby who has been inside of you for 9 months. The Lord is truly amazing!


baby boy.

Introducing Ryan James McDonough
Born October 4, 2010 @ 7:20 a.m.
6 pounds 14 ounces. 20 1/2 inches
I'm in love.


8. 9. 10.

Today is 8.9.10. I really just wanted to point that out.



I had a dream last night that Mark and I renewed our vows. The whole thing was very disorganized to say the least. I'm crossing my fingers that I have another wedding dream tonight and the flower girls are wearing this little number.

picture via jcrew



My little (well, not really) basketball of a bump at 27 weeks.


I have been obsessing (having to walk through the children's department in Neimans just to drool) over Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bags since my sister was first prego. Pottery Barn Kids just started carrying their line...oh, how lovely.
picture via potterybarnkids


andy bob.

I love being an aunt.
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