Turning six years old!

I have been asked many times about the births of my babies. And how I managed to either be alone (Dennie in the army) while taking care of my babies or how I managed to handle more than one when they are so close in age. I look back and I see weak times. But the stronger moments take over the more I think on it. I was raised to be a little mommy. My mom, her mom, and her mom and so on were all amazing, powerful, strong and the best mothers a child could ever get! I watched my mom teach, cry, laugh, cheer and so much more. I was meant to be a mother. God knew I could handle the world with four beautiful children by my side. 

I was incredibly blessed to have perfect pregnacies. Of course with little sickness. I was super lucky to have AMAZING births. Quick and easy. Of course some pain. Again nothing a mother couldn't handle. Then i was given the best gift of all, beautiful strong babies. All four of my gifts were by far the best gift God could give to a new mother. 

Six years ago today, 4am Royce and I were sleeping in bed fast asleep when I woke up to what felt like peeing my pants (saying very quietly) I was in shock! What just happened??? I was only 36 weeks along. I got out of bed cleaned up and decided it was best to go to the hospital. At the time Dennie was at drill and wasn't able to leave. So I called the in laws. It took til 6am to get to my house from Brigham. I was so mad, til I looked outside and realized it was the first snow fall of the year. Driving threw the canyon at 5 am in a storm. Ok I'll be nice. I got Royce into the car and myself. I wasn't contracting at this point. But i was noticeably having "issues". We all bundled into the car and head back down to Brigham City. I had an incredible doctor with Royce no way was I changing. The thirty minute ride was nothing for this guy!!! He was amazing!! 

Th ride was to say the least, slow. I remember sitting in the waiting room thinking to myself, I am about to be a mother of two kids!!! Boy and a girl. Life was good. A few nurses took me to the back where they could finally check everything out.  They of course hooked me up to the monitors to be sure the little missy was ok. Once I heard the heart beat I melted! After thirty minutes or so they came back saying "it's looking like your daughter is pushing down on your bladder" NOOOO!!!! There is no way!! But ok. Back home we went. By the time I got home I was glued to the couch. I was exhausted and bed ridden, doctors orders. Dennie made it home and was exhausted but he stayed up to play with Royce and prepare for a little newborn. Contractions started before long. But I was not going back to the hospital again. Not only was I embarrassed but I was determined to go two more weeks at least. 

Payton had other plans. Finally being home for seven hours in labor we decided Payton was going to win. Off to the hospital we go. I remember like it was yesterday sitting in the car so nervous. I was in full labor the entire drive. I was in so much pain. Dennies car was stick shift. So that was awesome. I was praying that I wouldn't have her in the car. But we made it. We rushed in, laid down, and got my epidural. Many doctors had to be in the room due to Payton being four weeks early. My doctor checked and was very upset finding out I had actually ruptured twelve hours earlier. Payton was in slight danger at this point. But I was progressing fast enough to not worry to much. An hour and two pushes later a little angle entered this world. She was so small they took her right away. Checked her breaking, put IV in for any infections, weighed her and gave her back to me. She weighed 5 pounds 4 ounces. She was the smallest human I have ever held in my life. So precious and sweet. Long dark hair. And beautiful blue eyes! The perfect to perfection. 

I bounced back in one day. I was feeling amazing. We got home to a decorated door and balloons and a baby boy waiting to see what mom and dad had brought back! Things were absolutely perfect. My life was complete. 

Payton has grown so much in the last six years.  She's gotten so smart. Even prettier than the day I met her. How is that possible? 

Payton loves playing with Barbies and babies. (So far I am winning) she loves to be a little mommy herself. She crys a lot and laughs even more. Payton is shy, sweet, and so kind. She still is so perfect. 

Today she turns six years old. Six amazing years of life I have gotten to watch and guide. I am responsible of those years and I am proud. I am so proud of you Payton. You've grown into your beautiful soul. I can't wait to see what the next year brings. 

Dad, myself, Gavin and Mason took cookies to Paytons class today and it made her day. All of the kids gave her complements. And sang to her. She said "today is the best day ever!" Watching her smile over the littlest things makes me so dang happy. 

Happy Birthday my little sugar pie. I love you so much! Can't wait to party it up this weekend. 

Xoxo, 

Mom