Things don't always turn out the way you think they will.....

......like when you think, well, my last labor went so quikly & smoothly, so this time it will go quicker and more smoothly. Or like, of course my grandma will make it to see my baby born! I mean, if she didn't, that would mean she would have to pass away within the next couple of weeks, and that's not possible. She can't die, she's a fighter.....


It's kind of ironic that I would be blogging about a birth and a funeral in the same post. Things don't always turn out the way you think they will. Life throws you curve balls at unexpected times. These past few weeks have been bitter sweet and filled with a whole variety of emotions. But we made it.


On the evening of April 29th, the day after my grandma's funeral, I went into labor. After about eight hours of regular and painful contractions, I had not dialated so the doctor gave me some shots to stop labor and sent me home dialated to a four. UGH! For the next couple of weeks I was in "pre-labor". If you don't know what that is, it's more like real labor. Regular contractions that are more painful and intense than braxton hicks, but they just don't get the job done! On Monday, May 10th, my doctor decided to save me from my misery and sent me to the hospital to be induced. By eight o'clock tueday night, after HOURS OF PAINFUL CONTRACTIONS TWO MINUTES APART I HAD NOT DIALATED WHATSOEVER. The option: C-section. I asked my doc to let me go for another hour or two on the pitocin, desparate for some dialation. He agreed. My dad and Brandon gave me a blessing. 45 minutes later, I started to dialate. My doc had to leave town then. I would have to have a stranger deliver my baby. Luckily, that stranger was an amazing person, and at 1:32 a.m. on wednesday morning, May 12th, Dane was born, weighing in at 7 lbs 8 oz and 20 inches long.


We named him Dane, after the brother I never got to meet. A name that has always been sacred to me, and held a special place in my heart.

A big thanks to my mom, for giving me permission to use that name. And a big thanks to Brandon, for never leaving my side through this experience!




Maddex holding Dane for the first time.......


Ugh! I look horrid. But I guess thats what a long labor will do to ya. Having an I.V. in for three days can make one VERY swollen! ( you can also tell Brandon is in need of a nap as well :)

Andy giving his brother love.

DANE ROGER BAILEY :)

Just home from the hospital.
Our three boys. Andy doesn't look too thrilled in this pic, but he's actually the one that is the most crazy over baby Dane. He always want to hold him and give him hugs and kisses. Maddex has to be in a certain mood. Sometimes he just loves the baby, while other times he gets a little jealous, and pretends he's not there. It may take some getting use to.

Cryin' baby=sleepy daddy. (and mommy too)


Dane has been such a blessing! He is such a good and sweet baby, and we are SO IN LOVE. I feel so blessed that things worked out the way they did, even if it's not how I thought it would. It's good the decisions are in gods hands and not ours, or we wouldn't have trials to learn from and to grow stronger from. I know my grandma is watching over us and loving this little guy as much as we are.

My boys the morning of the funeral.