Little baby Jordan was born on Aug. 27, 2006.  Labor was easy compared to the 3 months of bedrest!  I was only allowed to get up every two hours for 15 minutes at a time.  I spent my time watching the world cup, disaster television (cnn) and the lebanon/Israel war, brushed up on my spanish, read, watched movies, saw friends and snuggled with my dog.  I ate whatever I wanted and ultimately gained 60 pounds.  Yes, 60 pounds. 

I had been to the triage several times before I went into labor.  My husband, brother and sister-in-law went out for sake and asian-fusion food and they all drank a little too much.  I asked Scott to slow down, b/c I felt off and was afraid that I would go into labor and he'd be too hammered to drive me to the hospital.  I crashed as soon as we got home and they all continued to drink until 12am when Scott came to bed.  One hour later I woke up with  a HUGE contraction and POP - water broke.

I woke scott and told him to pack a bag and be ready in 20 minutes to take me to the hospital.  He didn't believe me and didn't move.  Finally I stripped the sheets from him and yelled; "pack your F#@%ing back and take me now.  We arrived at the hospital (argued the whole way there) at 1am and I was 4 centimeters dialated.  The nurse told us and my husband said, "so that means your sending us home, right?" - in that I know I am right tone.  The nurse looked at him, laughed and said, "Ah, no, you're here to stay." 

3am epidural - wow - I felt absolutely NOTHING - scott went to bed and I at there paralized from the waist down, feeling great, until 9am.  At 9am, the nurse said, "ok, 10 centimeters, time to push".  36 minutes later Jordan Sandra was born at 5 pounds, 10 ounces.

She is beautiful and is growing so fast. 

Scott and I are blessed with the miracle of life - our daughter is perfect and we are thrilled that she has finally arrived.