The One Where I Had Quinn

Hello Blog World (aka family and probably only mom)
It has been a long time since I have blogged so to update you...Zoë is not potty-trained...not even a little and oh yeah I had another little baby named Quinn Betty.  The birth story is a pretty normal one.  I decided to be induced a few days early which I felt a little weird about at first because I really wasn't induced for any reason other then plain old convenience.  I wanted my Dr. whom I am slightly in love with, I wanted to plan for my mom to come and help, I wanted a plan for Zoë, and I wanted Brad to deliver her which he totally did like a rockstar and we needed to be with my Dr. for that to happen.  My Dr. felt like I would be totally good and it really was only a few days early so we decided to go ahead and schedule it. It felt weird to schedule it. "I'll meet you for lunch at 12, go to the store at 2 and then have a baby at 4." like its no big deal to schedule having a human come into this world forever.  Long story short, I was in labor for 8 hours..watched a lot of property brothers, ate a lot of popsicles (so basically a typical tuesday) I did have a crazy nurse though... she was a little older and kind of backwoodsy (thank you Toledo) just to give you an idea of what I was working with here, she told us all about her sex life after having kids..Barf.. and she pinched my naked bum.  Yes you read that right.  And the worst part of it was I was so helpless. I was deep into my epidural at this point and was being moved from side to side to help the baby move down.  One of the times she was moving me my gown opened in the back exposing my bum and she said "oh look at you no stretch marks..so not fair I'm going to pinch you!" and she did. And I could not move or do anything to stop it.  It was weird.  And violating.  And I wanted to say "um please don't pinch me" but I have this thing about being nice.  Once I was getting ready to push Brad suited up and we waited for them to check me...when she came to check to see if I was ready to push Quinn was already coming; Diva waits for no one. So 3 minutes later we had our little Quinny and we were instantly in love and obsessed. The recovery was much better the second time around and I wasn't afraid of bothering the nurses with basically anything.  When I had Zoë I would have rather bled out then push the call button.. I'm not even sure why I guess I felt like they would be annoyed because they were in the middle of something.  But this time, Oops my charger fell and I cant reach it, nurse...Oh no! Im all out of ice, nurse...I am 5 minutes away from my next allowed dose of pain meds and I want to make sure 2 seconds dont go by without them in my system, nurse.  They probably hated me but I always complimented their hair and shoes and that has to count for something right?  I also thought of making those thank you bags you see all over pinterest for the nurses but then I was 9 months pregnant and thought "who the h-e-double hockey stick are these women?"  They were great though, the hospital was great, Brad was great and Quinn is amazing!
 Here are a few snapshots of the day

Leaving for the hospital

 Zoë at our friends house while it all went down 

 "I put baby in..now I take baby out"

 "not funny"

 Welcome Quinny!

 The pit crew

 My gosh.

 meeting sister.

We are a happy family.