We're one week old.

I looked at the clock and said Honey, we have a minute 'till were one week old, so I ran and grabbed the camera and got a couple of one week olde shots.

I also thought I would tell tha tale of how we (meaning she/they) brought this beautiful girl into this world. I will leave out some of the deatails, mainly the first nine or so months. 

So, it started about Wednesday night last week, Ginny was having contractions and they were starting to come pretty regularly (she had in the past several weeks had the braxton-hicks(that would be a strange duo) contractions, and that would create a build-up that would end all by it's-self abruptly after a few hours) and so *we knew that we didn't want to head to the hospital unless we were certain. So, we are walking around the house, timing these, and doing everything by the book, and finally somewhere around **somewhere in the middle of the night, we decide we should head to the hospital. We wake up Skyler after we had called our backup to take him there and he was groggy and did good with them, Thank you Olsons. We get there and the nurse cheaks us out and puts minotaurs on us, one for mommy(contraptions) and one for baby(to kick around) and she lets us be, in order to track rates and things, probably 15-20 minutes later a young soon-to-be mother comes in and she is hopeing to deliver, she had two older women with her, possibly a mother and an aunt I'm not sure I didn't really see them but we could definitely hear them, so in this room you can hear just about anything anybody says and we realize she isn't doing anything tonight, her contractions were sporatic and vague just being a first time mother she need the comfort of coming to the hospital, plus we think she had a cold also. So we decide that this was a good sign, we are doing the right things and we are on our way to deliver. So about an hour later of contractions coming and taking our breath away and going, the nurse comes back in and checks us out and says we really aren't progressing to the stages we need to have a baby anytime soon and that if we wanted to go home to sleep in our own bed and get some rest that would be best and we agree.

So, the next morning(notice my use of the transitional phrase "so") the contractions seemed to have stopped today we decide to do all those things, well some, that are supposed to intrigger labbor like walking and eating spicy foods, and well maybe a couple of those things, and nothing seems to be happening, Ginny decides that we aren't having this baby until closer to Halloween.

But, then, later that night it started out much like the night previous, contractions starting up around Eleven, and after a few hours around 2:00 a.m. my precious wife decides to wake me up (I would'a helped sooner) to help time the contractions. after the first ten minutes or so, I realized that this was it. The contractions were stronger and coming from my purspective more regularaly, seeing how I am medically trained for this. So, we call up the doctor and he says we can come in if we want, and not wanting to ask the Olson's to wake up in the middle of the night two nights in-a-row we call Grandpa Prickett. He comes right-of-way to sleep on our coach to be with Skyler.

We get to the hospital! It only took eight minutes to drive there at almost 3 in the morning maybe that should be marked down as the ideal time for any emergancies. Ginny had at least two contractions on the way to the hospital, one in the car right as we got there, and a couple more on the walk up to the OB, this was a good sign. There was a nurse waiting for us as we walked up to the door, Ginny was checked out and there had been progressss towards the active stage of labor, and the doctor let us stay this time. The doctor also beleived we were giving birth to a baby large in stature.

In the labor/delivery/recovery/***cookie room Ginny did a wonderful job of breathing through the contractions. There were times of laying in bed breathing, sitting in bed breathing, laying on the side breathing, and then moved on to the rocking chair breathing, jumping on the trampoline and breathing, and next to the tub for a while breathing, after a bit of this we had the doctor come cheak us out, and we had gained a couple more cm's. And the contractions keept on coming after a little while later of contracting there was a couple more cm gain, and the doctor kept coming in to check, he wanted to examine during the next contraction, but shy was the coming of these for checking out. Finnaly the go-ahead to push was given Ginny did wonderful, it was right about this time that a nurse came to us and told us that Big-brother and Grandpa were in the waiting room, so okay, that's pretty good timeing. and within 20 or so minutes of my hero/wife had allowed our baby girl to enter this world.

* By we and us and anything like that I usually mean Ginny, she did the work I just tryed to not get kilt

** I don't remember exactly what time stuff happend the night of the extra trip to the hopsicle, does it matter?

*** Cookies came in later, thank you Aunt Marcia, they were good

Anything I left out if Ginny doesn't point out or correct doesn't matter than, but I hope she does add some stuff or stuff.