Galien's
I woke up at 6:30 on the 13th still having the contractions so hubby and I made our way to the hospital. Oh, did I mention those contractions were three minutes apart? The BEST part was that after I was in my room, had my epidural and was blissfully pain free, Rodann's dad arrived at the hospital. It was almost 11:00 a.m. and he hadn't eaten all day. I told him to head downstairs with his pop to get something to eat.
He went reluctantly after being assured by the nurse that I was hours away from having the baby (I was 5 cm). He heads downstairs and I start watching tv. Not ten minutes go by and I notice on the fetal monitor that the baby's heart rate is dropping way below average with each contraction. I call the nurse...she checks me and says (I kid you not), "Holy sh*t you're at ten!"
Then she panicks. Starts flying around the room asking me where my husband has gone and oh my she hopes the doctor is done in surgery. I called hubby on his cell phone (he'd gotten two bites of his burger) and told him to hurry on back upstairs.
Anneliese Sloane was born at 11:26 that morning. She weighed 8 lbs even and was 19 1/2 inches long. Her nicknames are the Peanut and Thunder Chunk (no seriously...you should see this kid).
And there you have it. Though...we're hoping for another baby SCARAB sometime in the future. I mean like at least another year in the future.


