Elliott Joy

Two weeks before Thanksgiving , I come down with a nasty cold/sore throat/strep thingy.

I'm stressing about the baby & how she's doing.

Then as that is going away, I get some asthma issues.

And early Thanksgiving morning, I start the vomiting. Every hour.

Great, I finally caught the flu that's been going around. No Thanksgiving dinner for me.

So I'm left home alone, calling Jared every once in awhile cause I'm lonely.

Finally get up around 6 pm & whine on FB about how lousy I'm doing

when I start feeling some something somethings.

Thinking it's my tummy & the wonderful things that come with the flu,

I call Jared & ask him to bring me some rolls.

6 minutes later I call him back & say it's not gas, I'm in labor.

By the time he comes, my contractions are 3-4 minutes apart.

We drive the 30 minute drive & get to the hospital about 7:45 ish.

The nurses kept asking me to do things like sign this, or pee in this cup, or get undressed.

I couldn't do any of these things since the contractions were so close.

One wonderful nurse named Elaina said, alright honey, let's just get you upstairs &

I'll call for an epidural. Once in bed waiting for drugs, I felt as if I needed to push.

The nurse wanted to check but I said no cause I knew they wouldn't

give me drugs too close to delivery. Epi came, life was semi great.

Elliott came with a few pushes about 45 minutes later.

Elliott Joy Hasleton 8 lb 1 oz 10:39 pm 11/25/2010 4 1/2 hrs of labor.

Proud Daddy.

Big sister who freaks every time Elles loses her BB.

So now I'm a Mom of 4. Crazy.

Jared already has 20 nick names for her. We've been calling her Elles.

She has already gotten a few people calling her a boy when they read the name.

So goes life, watch some Scrubs, it grows on you.