A return to the blag! Also, welcome to the wee baby Autry.

I assume you'll forgive my absence from the blog for the past couple of weeks, our spawn decided to make an entrance into the world.

Well, that's not entirely true, she would've been content to hang out for a while longer in her original dwelling, but modern medicine had other plans.

I'll start with day 11 tomorrow and get back on with the daily posting (yay?).

But now, adorable baby pictures and the associated story of her birth!

Jes' due day was May 1st, and we had been told by her OB/GYN that she would probably deliver early. Jes was hoping for about 2 weeks early, I think. Mostly to not be pregnant anymore, but also for additional maternity leave.

Sadly, however, the days continued their inexorable march to May 1st, and Jes was scheduled for a Fetal Non-Stress Test to make sure everything was ok. If everything was good (which we were more or less assured that they would be), she'd continue for another week before having the option to induce.

Utah Valley Regional Medical Center (where we had decided Jes would have the baby) doesn't induce until you're at least a week late.

So we show up, and the ultrasound technician is chatting a bit about what they're looking for, fluid levels, heart rate, etc.

I can't remember the exact words she used, but it was something to this effect:

"Now if things are good, you'll go home and probably come back next week for another non-stress test to make sure the baby is ok. Now the day that you have your baby, which is going to be today, you'll go up to the fifth floor to deliver."

Jes, Cindy and I sat for a few seconds. I might have had a little bit of a slack jaw.

"Wha?"

"Well, your amniotic fluid levels are low, which could be a sign that your placenta isn't working as well as it used to, so you're going to be having your baby today."

Jes and Cindy had been planning on getting pedicures after the NST.

That plan kinda went out the window.

The NST was at 9:00. It took about a half hour, we went to the fifth floor to check in but all the rooms were full at the inn. So we went and got breakfast about a block away, and came back. Jes got into her room about 11:00, the pitocin got started about noon, and Jes delivered at 4:32 PM.

Obviously there was quite a bit of pain, sadness, and contracting in between those times, but I'm not really interested in writing about those. To sum up, Jes is apparently made to have babies, because the average labor is about 12 hours for a first baby, and Jes popped Autry out in about 4 1/2. And honestly, for the first couple of hours, Jes couldn't really tell if she was having contractions or not.

In summary, Jes is that lady that every other lady hates because her labor was "easy". Comparatively I guess.

Picture time!

She lives! And is displeased!
You'll see that theme throughout the pictures.

Sad while being weighed.

Jes looking radiant right after the birth of a child.
Only Jes could look this good.

The Beesley look of concern.
Also, she really wants to suck her thumbs all the time.

Baby's first (displeasing) bath.

We start 'em young on accessories.

When the wee baby Autry was born, she had blisters on her
thumbs from sucking on them so much in utero.

A happy, be-sleeved baby.
The sleeves aren't what make her happy though.

Eskimo baby on the drive home.

Grandma Cindy, Autry, and a very needy Baylee.

Baylee has had a difficult time adjusting to the new sleep schedule.

Super zonked dog.

Baby's first (displeasing) tummy time!

Baylee loves our new puppy. Licks abound.

A bored displeasure at the car trip we took to go take pictures with Andrea.

Baylee really likes the baby.

Baby's first (displeasing, surprise!) bath at home.

She is awful snuggly.

This is why dad doesn't dress the baby.
Those aren't leggings.

 Thanks for your patience as I get back into the swing of things.