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Happy 3rd Birthday



Three years ago today on December 27th, 2007 a little girl, Mckenna Jodell was born into this world and she changed my life in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. That morning at midnight my then husband and I went to the hospital at 1230 am to be induced. On the way to the hospital I was full of excitement and a little scared but more excited than anything. I remember thinking we are gonna get to see our baby girl, the little girl that was kicking inside me and pushing on my insides. We started the induction at 2 in the morning and by 3 I started to feel the contractions, by 8 I was in full labor and man it was way more intense than I realized. I went 15 hours when I got an epidural at around 6 pm, they broke my water and gave me pitocin. I was laying on my side when I told my nurse I was feeling a little bit of pain on my side and she said she should check me since it had been awhile. When she checked me she said she didn’t feel any cervix and felt Mckenna’s head was right there. Being so out of it I was confused on why she couldn’t feel my cervix I was thinking what does that mean? Where did it go? She then had my Dr check and he confirmed it was time to push. At this point I was overwhelmed because it had only been 2 ½ hours since I got the epidural and they broke my water. She then didn’t waste any time and put my legs in the stirrups turned on the lights and I was very overwhelmed because it seemed to be happening so fast. So the pushing began. At one point Mckenna’s heartbeat dropped pretty low so we waited out a couple contractions to see how she tolerated the contractions without pushing. I started pushing again then had to stop so my Dr could come in. I pushed a few more times then he told me the next push she would be born. So I just sat up to push and her head was out so fast the doctor almost dropped her. He placed her on my belly and I just looked at her and just kept saying oh my god, oh my god touching her. I was just in awe that she just came out of me. At exactly 9:00 pm Mckenna was born, she weighed 6 pounds 2 oz and was 18 ½ inches long. She was a little peanut. Every once in awhile she would let out a big cry and Billy and I didn’t know quite what to do then she would just stop. The nurse said it was normal after what she had just gone through. As we waited to get to our room we just stared at her saying how beautiful she was. I couldn’t believe that we were parents, that I was a mommy. I was never scared, once she was born it all became so natural. When we got up to our room I laid there just staring at her feeling like I was going to cry. Billy asked if I was ok and I told him I just can’t shake this feeling that I won’t get a lot of time with her. Either something was going to happen to me or something was going to happen to her but I won’t have a lot of time. He said nothing was going to happen she was perfect. If only my feeling didn’t come true. I remember those moments as if it were yesterday. Every detail of that day is etched into my memory. I will never forget the day my sweet, amazing, wonderful, beautiful daughter came into this world. It was the day my life changed forever. She was the reason I was born and the reason I am here today. I love you Mckenna.


Happy 3rd Birthday Baby Girl

I love you and miss you more and more each day. You are my sunshine through the rain. Hope you are celebrating your day where ever you are. Lots of hugs and kisses sent your way. Here is your favorite story:
Clap your hands, and make a sound,
Wiggle your fingers all around,
Bend and reach to touch your toes,
Stand up straight and point to your nose,
Open your mouth big and wide, where’s your tongue? It hides inside,
Count your eyes one and two, what color are they? brown, green, or blue?
Now we’ve said our silly rhyme lets play game one more time,
Point to your eyes, mouth and nose, wiggle your fingers and your toes

 I love you Mckenna Jodell always and forever.

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