Life In a Year

 I am a mama to Kade as you know and I am a wife to Ryan too. But a new little boy came into our lives and things started off normal and planned and we knew we were having a boy, but things 

become complicated.
I will start at the beginning when it all started.

December 16th 2011 33weeks, I had went christmas shopping with my brother in law. We walked around the mall and I had my now 2yr old with us. He was cranky so I carried him. All the shopping was done and he took us home. Not long after I started having tightening in my uterus so I waited around thinking it was just braxton hicks and when they stayed regular and tight I called my grandma to pick me up. We got to the hospital and went to labour assessment. Sure enough I was contracting so they called my dr and then checked my cervix. I was 2cm and 50%effaced. So they gave me a pill to stop the contractions, some antibiotics incase I had GBS and a steroid shot in the hip. Stayed overnight and the next night for the next steroid shot and they had to do a fetal fibronectin test. The results were positive (meaning I could go into labour whenever) was sent home and ended up back that night with contractions. Stayed overnight and was sent home the next evening. Things were ok.

Over the next weeks to follow I was in and out of the hospital with false labour after false labour(I think it was prodromal labour) I was even in the night before my sons 2nd birthday. At this time I was at 4cm and 75%effaced.
On January 28th around 10pm I started having contractions. Being as they were the same as usual I ignored em, but still in the back of my mind I thought this was finally it. So I watched a movie with my husband(Ryan) and father in law. Around 12am, I thought it was actually happening. They were every ten minutes so I decided to do my hair lol. As I was they were getting stronger and a bit painful, which didnt happen before. So I told Ryan that it was happening. So we made coffee and got our bags packed. By 1230 they were coming every 4-5minutes so we called a cab and I called my mom to tell her it was it. We left the house around 130am and got to the hospital just before 2am. We got to assessment and were checked in and hooked up to the monitor. At 226 the checked me and I was "an easy 6cm" ten minutes later I was 7cm. I told them NO EPIDURAL. I wanted a jet bath. The nurse told me that I had to stay on the monitor for 5more mins because babys heart rate wasnt very active(he was sleeping lol). That was hell. When she came back I told her to get me to L&D and give me and epidural. So we got there and I cried and told my husband I couldnt do it and I was so scared. Then I noticed them getting an IV ready and the monitor straps and then I asked "do I have to get an epidural" of course the answer was no so I was better lol. They told me that if they broke my water I would go quicker so up on the bed I got. Water broken at 255ish and then OH GOD THE PRESSURE. It was INTENSE!! I couldnt handle it. I was so scared. Then my mom walked in(I never wanted my mom or anyone but Ryan in the delivery room) but I cried "Mommy I need you" So there she was next to my side with Ryan there with me the whole way. I screamed and moaned and dont even remember pushing at my own will. Apparently I slapped Ryan in the face and so he put his head down. I then started pulling his hair. lol. Then after 5-10minutes of "pushing" the dr said "I see eyes" O.o and at 3:15am ON his due date Spencer Callum Sansom was born weighing in at 8lbs 5oz and 21 1/4" of beautiful. I screamed "give me my baby" twice and they handed him over. Ryan cut the cord and he was ours. I held him for a good 10mins before they took him to check him. As soon as they were done he was back in my arms and onto my breast. He nursed like a champ for 30-40mins. And now at 4 1/2 months we are still nursing strong with no intentions of stopping :)

So here we are 4.5 months later with two amazing boys to love and care for and being its Fathers Day there are a few people I should thank.

Two grandpas who without them I wouldnt have my parents. And to my daddy. We have had our ups and downs but no matter what you are my daddy and I am your little girl!! And to the best man in my life. Without you I wouldnt have my two boys. Your the  best daddy and husband and you do so much for us!! I love you to bits!!

Happy Fathers Day Everyone!!


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You know when I started writing this blog, I wanted to be know, but also I wanted to let people know about  being a young mom and how its not as bad as everyone wants to think it is. I want this blog to be somewhere  I can vent and let off steam. I want to be able to say what I want because I have the right. I will say FUCK and Cunt if I so please. Why? Because its called freedom of speech Cunt Fucker :)