Well, little Ashe has arrived! She came on April 14th, at 2:34PM! She was 7lbs, 12oz and 20 inches long :)

Now there will be fair warning...this post....it will be somewhat graphic. I like sharing intimate moments with strangers, so ya know.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

So if you dare continue...
here is...
Ashe's Birth Story


All day on the 13th I'd been feeling horrible. Tired...sick...contractiony. Nothing out of the ordinary for being 9 months pregnant...but a little more extreme. I didn't think anything of it. I'd come to terms with the fact that I was going to be pregnant forever, and would never ever go into labor.
Around midnight, I started getting painful back contractions. Like...really painful. It felt like a horse had kicked me in the back, but only for a few seconds. They were really inconsistent. 12 minutes apart here, 4 minutes apart there, 7 minutes apart here...you get the picture.
So I suffered through them for about 4 hours, then they started becoming more and more regular, and more and more painful. At 3:30ish we called the doctor, and were told to come in once they were 5 minutes apart for 1 hour. Ok. At about 4:40, the pain became so intense that I couldn't even focus to time them anymore., so I ran myself a bath and hopped in, because that usually helped my braxton hicks contractions...it didn't help at all. I got out of the bath, and came out and told my dad, who had just woken up, what was happening. Woke up Tyler again, and told him we needed to leave. Grabbed my to-go bag, Tyler showered, and I paced around, cursing and somewhat yelling during each contraction. At one point I bitched to my dad that Tyler was "taking the longest fucking shower ever." I was then informed that he had been in the shower for about 6 minutes. Woops. :)
So he gets out of the shower, throws his stuff into the to-go bag, I wait to have another contraction so I can pace through it, and we leave, driving up El Dorado Ave. at approx 50-60MPH because I was freaking out so bad, because I didn't want to have another contraction while sitting in the car. :( We almost beat it, but as we pulled into the Family Birth Center parking lot, I had one. So I freaked out in the car and parking lot before heading inside. We walk up to the registration counter and the lady looks at me and asks "How can I help you?".
REALLY?! How the FUCK do you think you can help me?! Get me my epidural, bitch!
And by that, I mean I said "Uh I think I'm in labor."
Got taken to triage, peed in a cup, got gown on, freaked out about being hooked up to the monitors and not able to move through the contractions. Got hooked up, told contractions were 2 minutes apart and a minute long. Ow. Got my cervix checked, and was already dilated to 5CM! Halfway there!
I was so glad that I was /actually/ progressing, but at the time I was terrified my contractions would stop and they would send me home. I don't even think they can send you home if your 5CM, but hey, I wasn't thinking clearly.
The nurse left for a minute and came back, told me I was getting put into a room. Another nurse came in and she helped me walk over to room 2801, the same one Vanessa had Jeremy in. Woo! Tyler grabbed all our stuff. While we were walking over I was babbling about how I didn't want them to send me home and I was so glad I wasn't just imagining the pain. She looked at me and said "Well, no, I'm pretty sure it looks like your going to have a baby today."
And then I felt sick. All I said was "Oh my god...oh my god...oh...OWWW THIS HURTS!"

So they get me settled into the room and Tyler put everything away. Everything hurt like a bitch, but was still somewhat "bearable" but getting worse and worse... I asked the nurse to get things going so I could get my epidural, and she said she would, and she checked me again. I was already at 7CM.
This is where things start to get fuzzy, so for anyone that was there, I apologize for inconsistencies...
I believe my parents and Tyler's mom and sister showed up (I don't know who all was there, and really, I didn't care.) and it didn't really bug me at the moment. People kept talking to me and asking questions, which I responded to between contractions that were 2 minutes apart and a minute long...so I had about a minute to talk before I wanted everyone to die again. This kept on for a while, and it seemed like an eternity. The contractions were getting worse and worse, and I really couldn't handle it anymore, and started yelling and cursing. A nurse came in and gave a shot of something, that made me suuuuuper high. Everything still hurt horribly, but I was higher than a kite and didn't care.
Sadly, the happy high feeling left after about 5 minutes, and they couldn't give me any more for some reason, and I hated them for it. I kept asking the nurse if I could have my epidural yet, and she kept telling me "soon" and I wanted to kill her. Not soon enough, bitch. I thik this is about the time Ty's dad showed up, and also about the time I lost it. Each contraction felt like I had a 500lb man jumping up and down on my back. I screamed, and had everyone but Tyler leave. The nurse suggested I try moving around. She had me get on my knees and face the back of the bed, and had Tyler push on my back. She also told me the epidural man (yes, epidural man.) would be to me after he finished with someone in surgery.
It was probably only about 15 or 20 minutes after that that he showed up, but it felt like hours. I know this sounds cheesy, but it was in fact, the worst pain I have ever felt and most likely the worst pain I will ever feel. I was crying hysterically, which wasn't helping. I kept saying "I can't do this, make it stop. I can't do it!" Somehow I DID do it, though, and the epidural man showed up. He was the most amazing person ever.
There were so many people in the room, that when he came in, he had them all clear out. Including Tyler. I started panicking, thinking about the size of the needle they were going to put in my back, and started hysterically crying, and begging for Dr. Rogers to get Tyler for me. He did, and Tyler came back in and calmed me down. :)

From here on out, it was just a waiting game. People came and went while I "labored down" cause Ashe was still high up, and then when I felt pressure, it was time to push.
That wasn't so bad, really. I pushed for about 2 hours, and was joking with my doctors and Tyler the whole time. Tyler almost fainted, (ha!) but I wasn't really that nervous, until the end...and I was so exhausted, I could barely even think, let alone push. I managed to do it, and they handed her to me while Tyler cut the cord...and she was amazing. I can't describe it...
<3