This is how my trip to Utah went. On Saturday July 11 I took a 10am flight to Salt Lake City. I took Elias with me and straight from dropping me off at the airport Nick continued on with the other kids to Payson where they went camping with Nick's parents. Elias slept the WHOLE time on the flight. He was such a good baby. I sat next to a recently return missionary who served in Scotland and lives in Gilbert but was flying to SLC to be at his mission president's homecoming. And before boarding I had purchased myself a bottle of water and a blueberry muffin at Starbucks. As this recently returned missionary next to me on the flight talked about his family and mission I stuffed my face with crumbly blueberry goodness and between bites would answer his questions about my family and my ward (my ward is AWESOME! TOLLESON ROCKS!). Anyways, when I got in to Salt Lake I was met my two of my sisters (there are 6 girls in my family- so this picture is just 50% of the girls). Melissa is 15, Rebecca (the pregnant one) is 22 (I think). Rebecca was scheduled to be induced that next day, Sunday the 12th. I flew in to help her as her baby was over due and the mom and mother-in-law had already come and gone :(
From the airport we went to Wendy's for lunch. Becca's husband Justin made it into this picture.
Who would have thought that just a couple hours after that lunch Becca would be in the hospital in labor. She was scheduled to go in that day at 4pm and 10pm for the gel preparation to soften the cervix before the actual induction with pitocin was to begin the next day. When she went in for her 4pm appointment she was already at a 3 and her cervix was completely softened so they just decided to check her in and start her on pitocin. They broke her water. I was at Becca's house with Melissa so Becca sent Justin right back to pick us up. Melissa and I (and Elias) stayed with Becca and Justin through the labor. Becca's contractions were consistent and strong, every 2-3 minutes and very productive. When the pain picked up Melissa and I watched Becca get an epidural (Becca is in LOVE with whoever invented the epidural). Justin didnt watch, blood makes him queasy. In fact, he was as far from Becca as he could get, near the door, crouched on the floor the whole time until the epidural catheter was in place and Becca was repositioned for laboring. When they checked her again she was at a 4. The next time they checked her she was at a 10. Becca had originally told my mom and all of us sisters that she wanted no one in the room other than Justin when the baby was born but Melissa and I (and Elias) promised not to look south when the baby was born, and we kept our promise. She pushed with the nurse for an hour and when she was ready to deliver the doctor came in.
Becca's hour of pushing seems so long to me because just having had my 4th and second smallest baby recently, I pushed through just two or three contractions with the nurse and just two or three with the doctor to get Elias out. Her pushing didnt actually become productive until Melissa and Justin and I started cheering her on and telling her to keep going and that she was doing great and I helped the nurse give her instruction on how to push productively (the first time you have to push a baby out, its kinda confusing as to how). When the doctor got there the baby was born within 10 minutes.
Emily Rachel was born on 7/11 and 10:11pm weighing in at 8lbs 15oz and 19 inches long.
I stayed with Becca until the next Tuesday and offered any and every service I could think of that a new mom would need. I cleaned, cooked, shopped, showed her tips on how to nurse, postpartum care, how to use a breast pump, how to hold and care for baby, anything I could think of that no one told me when I had my first child. People have asked me what the experience was like having seen my sister give birth and I can honestly say it was one of the highlights of my life, next to my wedding, going to the temple and giving birth to my own children. Though Becca is my little sister, I almost feel like her mom. I feel connected to her and Emily like I can only imagine grandmas feel. It is very strange. I find myself thinking about Becca and her well being numerous times a day and wondering how Emily and Justin are doing. I feel like I love my sister (and all my sibling) more than I did before this experience. I dont know why, maybe because we are all moving together into a new phase of life, maybe because I took on a motherly role through this experience, maybe because I have a greater appreciation for my mother now that I can more fully comprehend the role of motherhood and in response have a greater love for my family. I dont quite know, all I know is that this was one of the greatest weekends of my life and I have a greater love for all my family. Thank you Becca for letting me be there for you. Thank you mom for raising me and teaching me well. I love you!