How My Family Came to Be.......

So I decided to do a blog.
I am always wanting to write and share with anyone who is interested about my thoughts. Since my life is already in play mode, I will start from the beginning...I like to reminisce about the last year....it's changed so much!

I'd say about a year to date is when I first found out I was pregnant. I was freaked out beyond belief. I took a pregnancy test on a Friday, it was positive, so I took another one....positive again. Russ and I were leaving that afternoon to visit his parents in Bullhead, AZ. I didn't say a word to him, we went down and enjoyed our time away from Vegas. The next day on the way home, I decided it was best for me to tell him the news. I started to cry and told him not to be mad at me....and said I was pregnant. He was calm, he reached over and put his hand on my thigh and said everything will be okay. We had just moved in with my parents to save up some money the beginning of March 08, so I was panicked. Russ decided the best thing for US to do was to get married. We've known since the first few months of dating that we were going to be together forever. So here I am, pregnant and not married. I was completely embarrassed of our situation and I didn't want anyone to know. Finally, word of mouth got around that Russ and I were engaged and my parents confronted me and I confessed to being "knocked up" as I was. They were a bit shocked, but my mom gave me a hug and said, "this is a GOOD thing!"
This is definitely not how I wanted my first pregnancy to go. I wanted to be ecstatic and shout it on the rooftops....but instead I slowly let people know and it became easier. A baby is a miracle, and we were meant to have our miracle now, and not 5 years from now. Russ and I planned to get married June 20th down at the courthouse, and we did just that! Both our parents were there and my sister came as well. It was perfect. We were married and starting a family within a few months, and I couldn't have been happier. The months went on and we were both working like crazy to save our money while staying with my parents. Russ as a Sheet Metal Apprentice drawing Auto Cad, and me as a Shift Supervisor at Starbucks.
Let me tell ya, Starbucks is not the ideal job when pregnant....being on your feet for 6 to 8 hours a day about 30-35 hours a week. I did it though, just knowing we needed the money kept me going. In August we moved into out own apartment and really started getting ready for our baby girl to join us.
I eventually stepped down from my shift position at Starbucks to just a Barista and transferred to a store that was a tad slower....my other store was crazy busy and it was too much for me at 7 months pregnant. Weeks went by and I was getting more and more miserable. I had not one ounce of morning sickness so at the beginning I was stoked. But then eventually the heartburn set in, and then the painful joints. My tailbone was killing me, I waddled so bad because I was in dire pain when walking. So 2 weeks before my due date I decided would be best for me to leave Starbucks for a while. I was 9 months pregnant, and ready for her to get out! But 2 weeks went by, my due date (which was the day before Thanksgiving) came and went. Her 40 weeks in my belly was up, but she didn't really care. I cried every day. So I was scheduled for my BPP one day before I was 41 weeks. I sat through the hour or so of fetal monitoring....she kept moving so it took forever for them to get a good read. Then I went for the ultrasound. My Dr. comfirmed she in fact was a girl, and that she was "sunny side up, making me at higher risk for a C-Section." I stayed optimistic, thinking she would turn by the time my induction was scheduled. But to my surprise, my induction was that very night, December 2nd.

I got to the hospital at 5pm. I got all hooked up tp everything and they inserted the cervadil around 630pm. I started to feel contraction (really really really bad ones) around 11pm. My nurse decided to call the doctor and ask to remove the cervadil because it worked pretty well in thinning me out and dialating me to 4cm. She then ordered my epidural, but the anesthesiologist was in a c-section for twins....but I suffered through the pain with some stadol for about an hour and my relief came. I was then able to sleep.....or so I though. My nurse came in it seemed like every 15 mins making me turn and re-adjusting the monitors. Then I was put on oxygen around 150am and she told me she was calling my doctor cuz her heart rate was dropping and not coming back up, so she was almost positive I would be going in for a c-section very soon. By 230ish I was being taken in the OR to have my baby girl cut out. At 253am on Wednesday December 3rd, Kenzie Rae Knoch was here! Weighing 6lbs 5oz and 19 in. (at 41 weeks all the nurses were shocked and couldn't believe how tiny she was for being over due.)

So we later found out the reason our little girl was so little. Her umbilical cord was really short AND really skinny. My doctor said she thinks the reason she was so small is because her umbilical cord was unable to give her the nutrient she needed causing her to lose weight in the last few weeks. And for it being short, she would have been unable to come out vaginally because it most likely wouldn't have reached.....so it was a blessing she came out the way she did! I was just beside myself on how much of a miracle she was. My little miracle.