My Birth Story

If reading about labor and delivery isn’t your thing, feel free to skip this post 😝

On Monday, April 30th, I went to my doctor’s appointment. Thankfully, Greg was able to make this one because it fell on his day off. We went in and I was weighed and then they took my blood pressure.

I was blessed with an amazingly uncomplicated pregnancy. I passed every test, never got sick, and was able to maintain a very active lifestyle all the way to the very end. And, it’s worth noting, I’ve always had perfect blood pressure.

When the nurse was checking my blood pressure this time, I knew something was wrong. Her face instantly dropped and she asked me how my blood pressure had been. It was rather high and they said I needed to go to the hospital to be monitored.

We ran back home and packed a bag just in case. I remember standing in the bathroom feeling not ready. I cried and told my baby that if she was going to come today it was ok and I’d be ready. It was her and me and we could do it together. But in my heart I did not feel like it was my day to meet my baby. And, turns out, I was right. After a few hours of being monitored my blood pressure returned back to normal and we were sent home.

One thing that was fun though was I noticed I was having Braxton Hicks contractions at the hospital (and not even realizing it).

The next day, now knowing what when my stomach got really hard, I was having a contraction, I spent all day feeling for them. They never hurt. My stomach would just get hard and then release.

Tuesday night, at 11 pm I was overcome with a feeling. I knew my baby was coming soon. I honestly expected my water to break while I was sleeping that night. I told Greg my body was telling me rest and that I had to go to bed.

Wednesday morning started normal, more Braxton Hicks contractions. I went to Costco and stocked up on paper goods. I went shopping for new slip on shoes and got lunch.

Then around noon it hit me. My first contraction. It felt like cramps and that I had to poop but couldn’t. I honestly thought maybe I had eaten a bad lunch. But they kept coming throughout the day and then got worse. I labored for 6 or so hours at home. I went for walks with the dog to speed up contractions. I was in and out of the shower letting the water hit my back. I hummed and did some deep breathing and around 6:30 I called Greg at work. He rushed home and around 9:30 my contractions were 5 min apart. We headed to the hospital.

I was so nervous about going to the hospital too early and being sent home but they checked me and I was 3 cm dilated so I was there to stay. I labored another couple hours and my first question was “how soon can I get an epidural???”.

By 11 pm my contractions were 1-2 min apart, I was 5 cm dilated and I was so excited for them to stick that needle in my back. Everyone cleared the room and I clung to my nurse Annie, who was, I think, a literal angel. She made the whole process amazing. To be honest the epidural didn’t hurt at all. My tattoos hurt a heck of a lot worse. I instantly started feeling better and my epidural worked flawlessly the whole time and I’ve had no complications since.

Everyone came back in the room, and I was feeling good!

We spent the next 8 or so hours laughing and joking and pointing out how strong my contractions were on the monitor and how I couldn’t feel them. My dad,Greg, Mom, and my sister we’re all there the whole time.

It was the weirdest sensation. I could feel everything and I could move my legs, but I felt zero pain at all. Who ever invented epidural is a genius.

My body progressed naturally. My water mostly broke on it’s own, (apparently there are two bags, so they broke one). I dilated without any drug intervention. Before I knew it, I was 10 cm and it was time to push.

I went into some sort of zone. I kept thinking I’d be really good at pushing. I just focused on what I had to do. I did three of four of what they call practice pushes and then they were calling in the doctor because her head was there. They even told me not to push for a contraction, which is the hardest thing to do.

I just remember wanting everyone to be quiet. I think I could be one of those women who give birth in total silence. I had Greg and my Mom holding my one leg and wonderful nurse Annie holding my other.

Now Hannah had pooped in the womb before she was born, and so they had to flush fluid in me to flush it out and they had to bring in a whole pediatrics team to tend to her when she was born and make sure her lungs were clear. Because of this the doctor warned me that she might not cry right when she was born and that it was normal and to not worry. I instantly thought to myself that she would cry. I knew she would. I also couldn’t do skin to skin right away. But all I cared about was a healthy baby.

So I pushed and pushed and this will be my bragging moment….I pushed really well. The doctor at one point told me to tone it down to 50% because I was pushing too well.

When I imagined Hannah’s birth I had this vision in my head of her popping out and this perfect moment of loving her and seeing Greg’s face and crying and kissing our baby. What happened was even better really.

I pushed and felt her head come out and at that moment we all cried, instantly. There was this moment of witnessing life coming into the world that was so overwhelmingly powerful. My doctor had to remind me to keep pushing because I had stopped. And then she was here. And she cried loud. We all were crying and I think no matter what happens now the three of us in that room are bonded in a permanent way. It was such a powerful moment that I realize how incredibly blessed I got to experience it.

I felt no pain (thanks epidural), just pressure and start to finish she was out in about 20 minutes.

If you’re curious, yes, I pooped the table. No I didn’t care one bit, 👍🏽 and I had a minor second degree tear.

She was HUGE! 8lbs and 6 oz and 21.5 inches long, and a full head of hair.

She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on and it now that she’s here it feels like she was always meant to be here.

She is the calmest baby I’ve ever seen. She sleeps great, eats great, and is alert and happy.

Start to finish I had the most amazing journey bringing her into the world and I cannot wait to see where life takes us.

Hannah you are so loved by so many people you lucky little girl 💕


To the man who honked at me on my way home….

Dear all men who have ever honked at me; I’m sorry.

 I am sorry that you grew up thinking it was ok to honk your horn at me, or any other woman. I’m sorry that you watched your Dad do it or your grandpa do it, and thought it was appropriate or cool. 

It’s not. 

I took a quick walk today to bring Greg his wallet after he left it at home, and on my way home, you honked at me. You, a strange man I’ve never met, drove past me and honked at me. 

And do you know what happened? 

Well, I certinally did not feel flattered. 

No, I felt scared. I tensed up, and gripped my keys in my hand into a makeshift weapon, because I’ve read one too many stories about men who don’t take rejection well. 

Some of you may be thinking “well, she was probably wearing something sexy or looked really hot” 

If any one of you thought that, shame on you. 

Stop victim blaming. 

That is why we have men like Brock Turner raping women, and then getting off basically scott free. 

 I don’t wear my clothes for validation or compliments. 

You don’t need to help grow my self worth, I’ve been planting my own garden for years.

AND, if I did want to show off my body or something I was wearing ….or not wearing, there are plenty of venues I could go and do exactly that; but none of them are outside on the sidewalk. 

For those still stuck in the mindset about what I was wearing, here, I’ll ease your curiousity…..

Do I have to wear a snowsuit? 

It doesn’t matter what I was wearing. I want to be able to walk anywhere I damn well please with being honked at. 

I want to be able to visit my aunt downtown and not have a man lean out his window and yell “hey baby girl, what’s up” 

(I flipped that guy off)

I don’t want to have to raise my future daughter to fear men; to always walk in a group and carry pepper spray and check her drink when she goes to a party. 

But sadly, that’s the world we live in. 

We live in a world where a girl gets raped and our first questions are “was she drinking?”and “what was she wearing?”

We restrict what girls wear to school because we don’t want to distract the boys, instead of teaching the boys to stop seeing women as objects. 

So how do we fix this? 

We start by teaching our boys to stop honking at girls, and then we stop doing it ourselves. 

Break the rules 

Can I just say, I am so glad I am in a relationship and don’t have to experience modern-day dating. 

I would not make it people! 

There are too many labels, or, not enough labels, and there’s reading way too much into your significant other’s social media, and there are SO MANY RULES….

I just read an article and the title was something along the lines of “what guys say when they really care about you”, and I shit you not,the four phrases were, “you’re beautiful, I’m excited to see you, I love you, and I miss you”…..


That’s all it takes?

I get why people call us bitches; apparently we are as easy to please as a dog. 



I mean come on girls, get a grip! 

Let me just tell you what your rules should be when you’re dating..


Here is what should be caring about : Be happy; be healthy. 

Does this person make you happy? And when I say happy, I really mean does this person make you happy 90% of the time? 

Because let’s face it, if you are with anyone long enough, they are going to piss you off or disappoint you at some point. 

They will make you feel things that will not even come close to being happy. But that’s true with anyone. 

We are human beings; being contained in a small space and sharing our lives with someone is hard work. So, find someone that makes you happy at least 90% of the time, and you’ll get through the maybe not so happy 10%

The only only thing you should care about is being in a healthy relationship. 

That’s it. 

Abuse should never be tolerated, in any shape or form. Ever. 

That should be the only thing you worry about, other than that, please be yourself.

If you want to wait to call the guy or gal three days, then wait; but do it because that’s what feels right for you, not because you read an article that said that’s what you should do.

If you want to text that guy or gal when you get home from the date, then do it. 

If they don’t like something you do, then someone else will. 


There will be a fish in the sea that likes that you snort when you laugh, or like to text them a million times a day, or post a million pictures of your cat on social media. 

Be yourself. That’s the rule. 
Seriously my boyfriend better marry me because I would look like this if I was single 

Anyway guys, thanks for reading, I’m going to try to blog more. I’ve had a hard time lately being inspired or motivated to write, but I’m dipping my toes back in the water 
Thanks for reading 🙂 

Review of TRESemmé reverse your routine! 

So I just wanted to quickly share an awesome product I recently received from Influenster to review! I actually loved this shampoo and conditioner set! TRESemmé has always been a brand I’ve like but this new reverse your routine shampoo and conditioner is my new favorite!! 
The idea is that you FIRST condition your hair and THEN shampoo! So you get the shine and softness from the conditioner but your hair is weighed down from it because you shampoo away the weight and dirt and grime after! 
My hair looks clean a lot longer and is so soft and shiny !
I will be buying more of this! I did recieve this for free but my opinions are all my own! 

Check this out!

hey ya’ll I’m trying to get more into blogging! I’m trying, it’s a struggle! Writers block is real. Anyway I wanted to share a side project I am working on with my friend Catherine! We started and new blog which you can find here: Emily And Catherine

We just write letters back and forth. A modern day snail mail! But we will be talking about real issues going on today and all the wonderful things that come along with being a twenty something woman today 🙂 
Tune in, it should be good! 

Life Update

I logged on here the other day to notice that I had not posted anything since May!

Now one of my resolutions this year was to blog more, but a couple months off never killed anyone…..

So here is a little update for you all!

G and I are still madly in love and happy together and just celebrated 2.5 years together on July 5th.

We are taking seriously about our future and marriage 😉

G just got a promotion at work and we are so blessed and thankful and I am so proud of him for all of his hard work!

I have decided that even though my lease says no pets, that I want to sneak a cat in… I need some life in this apartment!

I will be back in school next month (boo)


Summer her in Chicago has sucked major donkey balls. It basically has rained every day and I am over it!

I need sun! (but not too much)

Anyway I wish there was more to update you on but I have only been away a couple months…only so much can happen!

Thanks for reading, I will be trying to get back into the groove of things on here 🙂

Word to Live by

One of many many many many many facebook friends

(I have wayyy more friends on there than I do in real life…)

SIDENOTE: whenever G is feeling sorry for himself or starts to whine about something I always say

“oooo can I come to your party?”

or “I think you need more balloon”


I digress

So This quote was shared on Facebook

“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.”

I don’t know who said it but that hardly matters.

The fact is it got to me! Like I want the first line of it tattooed permanently on my body.

This is why I am here

This is why God put me on this planet and blessed me with my big ol’ heart.

I am here to love, to accept, to tell stories, to speak for those who lost their voice, to be your friend, and to live well.

Maybe one day I will have a million dollars in my bank account. But I don’t think that really matters in the grand scheme of things.

At my funeral no one will be talking about how many degrees I had or how much money I had in my accounts.

They will talk about my character and how I treated people.

This is my goal.

This is the person I was born to be.

I fell so incredibly successful.

Do you?