
Our baby, whose sex we did not know until birth, was due December 12, 2008. My pregnancy was pretty routine -- morning sickness during the first trimester, a minor placental issue (which resolved itself), but mostly just your run of the mill pregnancy. I have to say that I looooved being pregnant!! I enjoyed having a belly, wearing maternity clothes, thinking and planning about how life would change when the baby arrived -- it was all wonderful! When December 12 came and went, however, I started to get a little impatient. When would our baby arrive?
(This is a picture of me, 3 days past due.)
On December 17, my parents' anniversary, Brian and I had a leisurely morning sitting at Panera writing Christmas cards. We rented a movie on the way home and planned to just relax and veg out for the day. At about 3:30 p.m., just as I was contemplating whether or not I'd make it through all of Horton Hears a Who, I felt a pop...slight pause...did something just happen?...maybe I should head for the bathroom...made it...and then...GUSH!!! Our baby was officially on the way!
I had my heart set on a natural childbirth (as few interventions as possible -- preferably none) and with that in mind Brian and I had hired a doula, Lisa, early on in my pregnancy. We packed for the hospital and headed out the door. By the time we reached the hospital (about 25 minutes

away) my contractions were 1.5 to 2 minutes apart and it was about 5:30 p.m.. "Your baby will be born by midnight," they said. My labor progressed, but midnight came and went and still no baby. Around 6:30 a.m. on December 18, Brian called our parents to let them know the pushing had begun. And on it went...for 5 hours. The combination of a cervical lip, one very large baby head, and the pairing of a weak contraction for every strong one was decidedly the cause of such a long pushing stage. Fortunately for me, I did not realize at the time that 2 hours is the so-called long range of that stage. With the help of my amazing husband and our indispensable doula, great nurses and a wonderful doc, our beautiful baby girl, Kathryn Ann Toombs, was born at 11:30 a.m.. No pain medication and not one intervention -- HOORAY!!!

Kate was bright-eyed and alert from the very beginning and continues to be very aware and engaged now. Even to my occasional dismay, this girl does not miss a beat! She is happy, quick to

laugh and smile, and extremely social. It seems weird to say that a seven and a half month old baby has a great sense of humor, but she does!! I will give a good portion of the credit for this to her Dad who, from day one, has taken pride in finding a plethora of silly things to do with her. I don't think either of us realized that having an infant could be quite so much fun.