Having Babies Part 3

I decided to make this a 3 part series because I think people need breaks when they read some things.  You may not be super interested in the stories I am telling.  Your eyes might be getting tired.  You may just want to get on with your day.  Who knows the reason.  However, I hope that the different posts has been more of a help than a burden.
So, this story starts in November 2011.  I went to watch my nephews (now 8 and 14) with my two children in Seattle.  My sister in law was moving my brother from Virginia to Washington and I was trying to help out so they could spend time together just them.  They had been separated for 3 years due to Navy needs and financial constraints.  Anyhow, I spent a week with the boys and my kids all by myself.  C and I had been considering having a third child of our own just before this and the idea was still fresh in my mind.  After a week with 4 kids I decided two was perfect for us.  We all fit in the car.  We all fit at a table.  They are already expensive and another would be nuts.
So I was resolved to enjoying our 4 person family.  Then in February I found out I was pregnant.  My first response was anger and frustration.  I did not plan this.  What the heck!?!?!  I was starting a masters program in Education in March and I dont have time to be pregnant.  I was also just hired by the school district up here to be a substitute teacher.  How could I do that, raise my kids, be a stay at home mom, and be pregnant.  ARGH!!!!
I also had another challenge.  I no longer live in a city, or really anywhere near anything.  The Dr is 2 hours away and so is the hospital.  Are you kidding me?  Who does this?  So I was emotional, pregnant, and overwhelmed.  Oh and add to that the fact that my husband was going to training for 2 weeks here, 2 weeks there, and a 5 week trip to training across the country.  WHAT!?!?!  One more thing, he was also trying to get selected for some training that would be starting 2 weeks after my due date and where we would not get to talk much if at all because the training is really rigorous.  This is just the pits!!!
Well, I made it through all the training, some of my school stuff, and raising my other children pretty well.  I was exhausted and ready to have this baby by the time Sept showed up.  We celebrated Hunters 3 birthday and the next day we hung out as a family.  The day after that we took Hay and Hunter to my friend's house to stay until we got back from having the baby.  Then C and I headed down to Spokane to spend the night in a hotel.  We had to be at the hospital at 0500 on Sept 21 so I wanted to stay in town and be as close as possible.  C took me out to a nice dinner at PF Changs the night before, we went to bed early, and we got to the hospital at 0440 ready to go.
The nurses were fantastic and hilarious.  The Dr showed up late so we were pushed from the first delivery at 0730 to the second at 0830.  I was brought into the room and given my spinal, again not the most fun I have ever had.  Once administered I could not feel a thing.  Then came the circus experience.  As another new person came in they had to introduce themselves.  I would respond with "Hi and welcome to the party" to most of them and it cut the tension.  It is kind of awkward as I was certain they could see every part of me that I hate to see, let alone share with others.  Anyhow, they started the c-section and my biggest concern was that my nose was so itchy.  I was HIGH!
I have realized that I could never be a druggy.  I hate the feelings of losing control and it makes me very uncomfortable.  So, I spent the majority of the surgery asking C to itch my nose and he kept looking at me like I was a freako.  Oh well.  Isabella was born and she was perfect!  I could not feel a thing but I could see her and watch everything.  They weighed her in at 8 lbs exactly.  She then went straight into Cs arms and she was alert and responsive.  She was beautiful.  The surgery took a lot longer to finish but I had requested that they tie the tubes while in there.  I figure 3 surgeries is a lot and I do not need to push for anymore especially since I was 31 already.
Once we were in recovery I felt something was so different.  I wanted to get up and move around.  I felt amazing!  This Dr was the coolest one in the planet.  I dont know how he did it but I felt great.  I was moving earlier, I was off drugs sooner, and my recovery at home was easier.  Thank goodness because my other two were having a hard time letting mommy be and not wanting to be near me.  This was the first time I had a baby and my mom wasn't able to be there.  This was just C and I.  It was tough and it was wonderful for us.  We leaned on each other and we had some amazing friends help us out.  We were very blessed.
Once cleaned up I got to see how amazing Izzy really was.  She had hair that was lighter brown and had highlights in it.  It was beautiful and similar to Hunter's hair.  Then I noticed her eyes were like his as well.  Hunter has Hazel eyes that are more blue/green than anything and Izzy looked just like she might too.  She now has amazing blue eyes just like her daddy.
Each of my deliveries were different and amazing in their own way.  Each baby added a new element to my life and to my family.  Each experience made me a little older, a little more tired, and a lot more amazed by what I was given.  I have three wonderful and amazing children who mean the world to me.  I have two beautiful girls, one with big brown eyes and one with blue.  I have a little boy with blue eyes and a very barrelled rib cage and all the love in the world to share with me.  I am blessed and so lucky, and even though they drive me crazy they also make me so proud and happy on a daily basis.
So there it is.  There are my three stories.  I hope you have enjoyed them.  They are probably more for me and for my memories, but thanks for reading them.