Only an hour old and already has daddy wrapped around her little pinkie.


Evie passes her first test, a hearing test.


Her footprints.


Little feet but long legs. She’s bright red cause she’s screaming her head off.


I don’t remember feeling this tired, just happy.


The boys came after school to meet their little sister.



Sorry it’s taken me so long between posts, newborns do keep you busy!  I’m going to try to recount that OOPS! as best I can remember, it’s starting to get a little hazy!   But luckily, I’m pretty much the only ones who read this, though I know 2 or 3 of you out there comment regularly and I ❤ you for it!

That said, on with the story.  Are you sitting comfortably?  Good.

September 6, 2007 6am

I wake up to contractions.  I had actually woken up to contractions at least twice in the night but went right back to sleep.  This time though I didn’t bother.  They weren’t any different than what I had been having for the last 2 weeks!  I laid in bed till 6:30 or so, trying not to wake up DH who had to work that day.  I thought, if I take a bath that will relax things and the pain will go away.  Evidently my water broke in the tub, since I never noticed it at all.  I took a nice warm bath and at one point I rolled over sideways to put my tummy in the water.  That didn’t help at all, which was a good clue this was the real thing.  But I was exhausted and the doctor said not to call till the contractions were 50-60 seconds apart.

7am, I thought that maybe we might have to get to the hospital and have things checked out.  I felt sure they would send me home so I wasn’t rushing.  I made DH some coffee and the contractions were getting harder, I have never taken lamaze or a birthing class, but I remembered to breath.  I spent a lot of time breathing.  I told DH with no sense of urgency that he might want to start waking up and that I had made him coffee.  The contractions were getting harder and 5 or 6 mins apart but still not as long as he said they should be.  Still, around 7:15 I thought I should call him and see what he said.  Left a message with his service and started getting dressed.  Got my bra and panties on and felt like I really had to push.  Doctor called back around 7:20 and I was writhing on the bed, feeling a lot of pressure.  I couldn’t even talk on the phone.

I went into the bathroom and OH MY GOD I could feel the head.  That has to be the strangest thing ever.  I think I was in denial all morning but that made it real.  I told DH to call 911 cause the baby was coming.  Strangely they didn’t stay on the line with him, I thought they might want to talk him through it?  It’s probably because he has the calmest demeanor. The operator probably thought they had some time.

Probably by now there was a bit of panic in my voice when I told DH the baby really is coming.  I laid down on the floor in the bathroom (and if I had been thinking clearer I might have made it to the bathtub)  I told him to get some towels, which of course, all our towels were dirty.  Evie was crowning and for some reason I didn’t believe it.  “What is that?!”  I asked DH.  I knew what it was, it just didn’t seem real.  Poor DH, who had never been to a birthing class, never read about labor, he was now the midwife.  Luckily, two pushes and she was out.

This was the scary part, I asked him if she was ok, he sounded like he was crying or at least a little shaken.  “I don’t know.”  She whimpered a little, the umbilical cord was around the back of her neck but thank God not the front.  I wrapped her in towels and pinched and prodded her till she was crying.  She was so tiny!  I told DH to call 911 back and say we had the baby and to hurry up, then for some reason I had him call my mom.

Suddenly there were 5 EMTs and Firemen in my tiny bathroom/bedroom.  I wished I had cleaned!  They gave her an apgar of 9, had DH cut the cord with a scalpel, brought a stretcher into the house as far as it would go, wrapped me in a blanket, walked me over to the stretcher and loaded me and Evie into the ambulance.  As I was rolling out the door I called to DH to grab the camera.  Of course I hadn’t finished packing!  I wasn’t supposed to be induced for 4 more days!

In the ambulance her apgar went down to 7 and they gave both of us oxygen.  One EMT just kept saying how awesome I was and how his wife would be screaming and miserable and here I was walking to the stretcher.  We get to the hospital and everyone was calling out “congratulations” and “wow you look great” and honestly?  I was so embarassed!

They put us in a labor room, put Evie under a heating bed, checked me out (no tearing, thank you very much!).  My mom showed up 10 minutes later, which was awesome, I love my mommy and I’m so glad she was there.  They did all the shots and eye stuff on Evie, gave me some pitocin to keep the cramping going cause there was a lot of blood I guess.  I almost punched the nurse who was doing the uterus massage, I know I needed it but omg that hurt.  I’ve heard the cramps are worse with every child but are they supposed to be worse than labor?  If labor had been like that I definitely would have gone to the hospital earlier!

At this point there are 4 nurses in the room doing various things, signing stuff, getting info, checking Evie.  Then the receptionist from my doctor’s office calls and they hand me the phone.  They give me a shot of pitocin while I’m talking!  Talk about overwhelmed.

Finally they let me have Evie and we nurse a bit.  DH gets to hold her and he told me afterward that he felt his life change right at that instant. “I knew I’d love her, but I never knew how much!”  Doesn’t that make you want to cry?  Less than an hour old and she’s already got him wrapped around her tiny pinkie finger.

She nursed for 2 hours straight after mom and DH got to hold her.  I don’t mean trying to pacify herself, she was trying to eat!  Eventually we got a room, I got a shower (which was the best shower of my entire life) and DH got some alone time with Evie.  He was sitting, holding her, singing to her when I came back.  The sweetest thing ever!

She’s awake so I will cut this very long story off here.  Suffice it to say, we are both healthy and happy.  Just a little surprised and confused about how it all happened.

I promise lots of photos soon!


Evangeline Quinn


6 pounds 11 ounces


More info to come


Good but scary!

Some numbers:








So the 38 week appointment went well.  We did an ultrasound; we were concerned since the boys had been 8 and a half pounds at 36 weeks so we wanted to check Evie out.   Turns out she is only 6 pounds, 6 ounces.  I was utterly shocked, I didn’t know I could make small babies!

Next was checking the cervix.  I had gotten checked yesterday*, so I wasn’t expecting anything.  He says, “well you’re at 1 cm.  I helped you out a little.”  Damn I was wondering why that hurt so much.  “We’ll induce on Monday, the 10th”.  Fantastic!

We did a non-stress test thingie, since I’d been having contractions and he wanted to make sure Evie was doing alright.  She moved like crazy and everything looked good.  She may turn out to be a very hyperactive child!

Out to the office to make an appointment for Thursday for another non-stress test thingie.  And oops I thought my water broke!  Turns out it was the mucus plug.  Cool but gross.  Never had that happen before.  And I’ve been having much harder contractions since then, about every 4 minutes.  He wants me to call when they are 50-90 seconds long, so far they aren’t.  I suppose they are just mostly annoying.

So for now all I can do is rest and wait.  I havent been sleeping so it’s making things difficult, I’d like to be well rested to go into labor.

Only 6 more days, lets hope she comes on the 10th and not the 11th.  I would be sad.  I’m also freaking out a bit cause I’m not completely packed and I am not sure I’m ready!  Funny, cause all I’ve wanted for 9 months was to get pregnancy over with, but it seems a bit too real now!

*Yesterday:  I have been having high blood pressure and the lab lost my results.  I felt extremely dizzy yesterday and I was worried something was wrong.  The Dr on call sent me to the maternity ward to check things out.  3 hours later I’m sent home with a clean bill of health.  No pre-eclampsia.  Baby looks fantastic. Contractions are regular but cervix wasn’t dialated.   Go home and rest, we aren’t sure why you’re dizzy.

knitna krd

This gave me a giggle, but really, have you tried knitting while naked? Don’t your breasts get in the way? Or is that just me being 9 months pregnant?

Thanks everyone who has commented lately, it’s given me something to smile about. I try to go back to everyone’s blogs, because I have no idea how to directly reply to anyone. I know it’s possible but it seems to escape me. Any tips?

I’ve finished the body of the seamless yoke baby sweater.

(funny stuff, I did a search for the link, on the office computer, had a typo and got this:
Did you mean: shameless york baby sweat? Why no, not really. I don’t even want to know what that means!)

Anyways, the sweater is cute. I messed up a bit on the end, but all that means is it’s a bit longer than it should be. The directions just kinda assume you know how many rows are between buttons and such. Also um, I did the sleeves differently, using my favorite way of doing sleeves. I’m not sure it will work. And then there’s the fact that I ran out of yarn and I don’t have $8 to get more. Or money for buttons. So I have a sleeveless cape type thing! It’s cute none-the-less. And a good way to occupy myself during this miserable week.


It just looks wrong though doesn’t it? I mean besides the fact that there’s no arms. And it needs blocking. I dunno, I’m getting stressed, it looks funky! I feel I should frog it, what do you think?


Closeup of bottom details and buttonholes. I love the yarn, debbie bliss cashmerino. But it just looks wrong! Am I crazy?

So way back a month ago I started some thumbless no-scratch mittens for Evie (who am I kidding, all I make is things for Evie!) Well I didn’t finish them because I just was iffy on the yarn and the colors. Last night after the Princess Leia bonnet finished I started on a new set of mittens. I haven’t bought any for her and I realize I can use socks, but why do that when I can keep my mind and hands busy and just make her some?


It’s not the best yarn, Bernat softee baby. But at least it is multi-colored and will match almost all her outfits, right? All I can do is knit from my stash for awhile.

I really need to make some things for my boys. They are 8 and 6 and all I really have left in my stash is a small bit of wool and a lot of acrylic. I was thinking mittens? Any one have any ideas?

Pregnancy stuff

I thought I was in back labor last night. It was terrible. I tried to take a shower but some godforsaken reason we didn’t have any water pressure. WHY? DH has carpal tunnel, he did his best to do some massage but he was in a lot of pain too. I tried to just go to sleep between the contractions that are constant (which, I dunno, do you have contractions during back labor? In the front I mean?) but not in any pattern whatsoever. I got into bed around 930, knew it was a bad idea, and sure enough the restless legs kicked in. All I wanted to do was call the doctor and demand he take this baby out! Luckily I stayed sane and just tried to get through the night. I got an hour or two of sleep, woke up to knit and watch hell’s kitchen (don’t tell me what happens I’m not caught up yet! And was there not a new Top Chef this week?!). Kill time, kill time, kill time. Never heard back from the receptionist about my high blood pressure and swelling, and they are closed today and Monday. Well, the doctor works at a free clinic today, maybe someone will be in the office.

Tuesday looks so far off!

heat It’s a terrible photo I know but it makes the point.  It’s supposed to be 103 degrees today.  Ugh! This is my car parked in the shade.  I can’t wait for fall 😦

I just love Star Wars. It was the first movie I ever saw (of course I was a month old at the time). We used to play that our bikes were millenium falcon and that stinky kid we didn’t like was Darth Vader. I was Princess Leia, of course, being the only girl in our group of friends.

My boys, now 8 and 6, beg to watch Star Wars. They learned to play chess with Star Wars Chess. The first toy we got for Evie was Darth Tater. I desperately want the AT-AT stroller. You the see the trend, right?

So I got the crazy idea to make a baby bonnet for Evie that looked like Princess Leia. As I lie awake at night wishing for sleep these are the strange things that go through my head. A few days later and we have her Princess Leia Baby Bonnet.


Modeled by the ever helpful but unfortunately not baby-sized helper monkey.

Pattern: My Own, I’ll try to write it out if anyone is interested.

Yarn: Vanna’s Choice in chocolate. Since it was a trial I don’t mind using leftover acrylic yarn.

Needles: Size 6 straights and size 4 DPNs for the buns.


I used ribbon to tie it, but I think I’d prefer an i-cord.

My husband asked what I was making last night. When I told him, he just rolled his eyes. Of course, he’s the one who hasn’t stopped wearing this, even in 100+ degree weather.


Pregnancy News: Still waiting to hear about the blood test results. I had high blood pressure and swelling, so we did more tests. I called today and they were going to look for the results. I guess if they were worried they’d be a little more… worried? It’s a 4 day weekend for them, so I hope everything was alright. I guess we will find out tuesday morning at our 38 week appointment. Edit: the receptionist called just as I got done typing. She can’t get the lab on the phone. I tell her about my very swollen hands and feet and that I’m a tad worried, she’s going to try again to get someone on the phone cause they haven’t gotten the results. We shall see.

Warning, this is nothing but me bitching and complaining and has no redeeming value whatsoever. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

The doctor was delivering a baby (lucky her) so he was a little late. My blood pressure was high, but I think that has a lot to do with the constant migraines. The heartbeat sounded alright, I guess. He never really comments much on anything. I flat out asked about induction and he said it was up to me. I’m thinking – well how is NOW for you? I said with all the problems I’m having, hell yeah I’m ready to have the baby. He said he definitely wants to induce me in the next few weeks. *sigh* That really sounds very long.

The he reminds me that we want to stop the pain medication, and will I be alright with that? I guess DH made a face cause the doctor pointed out that it looks like DH is worried about that. What was I supposed to say, you’re not gonna prescribe it, so I’ll have to be ok, right? I can suffer through migraines, I have been the whole time. Just pile on more misery doc.

I wasn’t dialated, at all. He said he can’t do much till the cervix is working for us. Great, I think, nothing on or in my body works properly and that’s what we’re waiting for? Why am I having contractions every 10 minutes day and night if it isn’t doing anything for my cervix?
I asked him about doing the ultrasound because she’s been measuring big and two weeks in a row now he’s said we’d “do it next week, remind me next week”. Lo and behold, “I’m running behind and I want to do it properly and take time with it, let’s make sure we do it next week.”

I had both boys at 37 and a half weeks. Maybe I was just spoiled.

So, I start crying. A stop in the restroom to collect myself then go out to make the appointment for next week. She’s got some bloodwork ordered for me to do. I guess they are worried about pre-eclampsia. The doctor didn’t say anything about it.

Oh and did I mention I gained 3 pounds since last week?!

We walk out to the car and DH says, “so I guess you’re going to be depressed now?” I’m sure he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but it sounded like “great, you’re gonna be even more than a handful now, right?” Then he says, “It sounded good to me, maybe I didn’t hear it right. He did say he wanted to induce in a few weeks. That’s good right?”

I did cry all the way home. I felt silly, I felt like apologizing, but I’m not sure why I should have to. I realize that a few weeks isn’t long, I guess I was just hoping to have a plan. That and even with that migraine shot yesterday, I only slept 3 hours last night. I’m so exhausted. And in pain. And constant non-productive contractions.

Did the blood work and the urine sample right away. I was thinking, well maybe if there’s a sign of pre-eclampsia we’ll have the baby sooner and it would be silly to not go do the test right away. Sick, right?

I am utterly depressed. I have a history of depression so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. And it’s fairly normal for hugely pregnant women to be depressed. But still, it’s rough. I can’t even curl up in a ball and sleep without restless legs kicking in. What good is depression if you can’t sleep through it?

At least Evie is healthy. I should be really thankful for that and stop bitching and moaning.

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