This post would be better if I knew how to put text and pictures in a post without making them crazy looking... Oh well. Since Grandma is here holding Miss Myla, I can write about her birth story. Feel free to not read this if you aren't into childbirth in all its glory and awkwardness (I'm probably a "tmi" kind of storyteller). Around maybe 7:00am on Wednesday morning, my water broke. Only, it wasn't so obvious to me. It took me approximately 3 hours of wondering whether or not that was in fact my water breaking before I called the OB and asked her to check me really quickly. The whole thing was somewhat questionable to me until I got to the doctor, where it became clear. It was one of those: either I'm peeing my pants continuously or my water definitely broke moments. Awesome experience. Dr. McDonald sent us to the hospital with broken water and zero contractions whatsoever. (Sidenote: my MIL surprised us by coming to town a few days early. She arrived Tuesday afternoon. Perfect timing, huh?) We got to the hospital around 11:30, and I got the pleasure of going on the highest starting dose of Pitocin available around 12:30 after I got the mandatory full IV bag. Then, the contractions started. Ok, I can do this. I've had cramps before. The worst part of it all was getting up to go to the bathroom with a towel between my legs and unplugging 3 monitors just to make it over there. My whole birth plan was not to have one so that I couldn't disappoint myself too badly over pain meds or whatever. Secretly though, I wanted to go as long as I could without an epidural. People have done it before, right? No big deal. Fast forward to one hour later. Yes, one hour. That is how long I lasted with Pitocin-induced contractions every two minutes that felt like knives stabbing me in the back. My mom asked me some harmless question to which I started sobbing, and the nurse came in to offer me anesthesia. Yes, please! My lovely sister whipped my hair up into the awesome style shown in my facebook pictures as I was hanging forward to get to the epidural. After that, it was smooth sailing. We watched High School Musical 1-3 during labor. Yes, you read it right. You can't watch something too dramatic-- you're already in the most dramatic moment of your life! It calls for musical theater. Long story short, I was induced around 12:30 and pushing at 5:45pm. It was fast. My sister even had to switch to the HSM3 dvd in between pushes. Miss Myla Grace Livingston was born at 6:09pm weighing in at 7 lbs, 2 ounces and 20.5 inches long. She looked so tiny! I may be biased, but I think she's pretty cute. I think we'll keep her. 
This was the moment Dave's heart was stolen...
Auntie Kristen is just a teeny bit excited!
GZ + Scooter
Nana and Grandma are pretty excited, too.
Aunt Lat had to come and bring the requested post-child birth meal for me: Whataburger. The iced tea was glorious.
Here is Dave with 3/4 of his girls. He's a natural.
We went for a little walk around the block yesterday. The preparation for the walk took much longer than the walk itself. Dave looks pretty good with a baby strapped to him. On day #1 he said he can see why people might have 16 children. I'm not really there yet.
