Baby Layla

Layla Kilinahehali`alaokamailelauli`ili`i Heide

I know this post is a little late, but I wanted to formally introduce you to the newest member of our little family. Two weeks ago today, baby Layla captured the heart of every single member of our family and I can already see that this once QUEEN of the house is now sharing her throne, if not stepping down completely.

After a terrible pregnancy, Layla (named by daddy) couldn't have come at a better time. Just like the boys I was counting on her arrival 2 weeks early, and 2 weeks early she came. In fact, it was 15 days early. She was born Sunday August 26th at 6:58 pm. She weighed in at 8lbs 3oz and 21.5 inches tall and I cannot imagine if I carried to full term. I know Cameron was thankful she came early.

To Marcus and Lohena, watch out! She's coming for you!
To my dear husband, thank you for everything; for putting up with me and for loving me. She is adorable. Can you believe we have 3 kids?....ahhhh....

Layla is a wonderful baby girl. She is sweet and  I know she will hold her own in this house full of crazy boys. Good luck Sweetie!

The Crazy Delivery 

Once again I managed to do it again. I waited way too long to head into the hospital and she arrived in 18 minutes from pulling into the ER. 18 MINUTES!!!! Talk about a heart-attack for my poor husband.

Early Sunday morning I was experiencing some contractions. Nothing unbearable and definitely not enough to be in active labor. However, that morning I had some unexpected blood and thought I'd better play it safe and make the drive to Queens. We woke the slumbering children and ran them to my moms; luckily it was the weekend. I was admitted but after a few uneventful hours and not-to-mention a few rude nurses I was practically kicked out. The nurse said condescendingly while rubbing my arm, "maybe in a week or so you can come back." Insulted, I was ready to pop her one. This was not my first child! Anyway, against my Dr.'s wishes I decided to go home, and I think it was the best for everyone. Exhausted and disappointed, I went home and slept.

After a few hours of sleep I woke ready to meet my contractions head on. I labored at home for a few hours. The contractions were strong but far apart, nothing too consistent. All I knew was that this was NOT going to take another WEEK!

I labored until it was unbearable. I knew I wanted to go natural and I didn't want to go back to the hospital and get kicked out again. So i jumped in the shower, packed my bag and timed my contractions. Finally, they were about 5 minutes apart and I could barely handle them. I called for Cameron and said let's book it now!! I called my Dr and headed into town.Once we hit the freeway I was convinced I was going to explode. I can only imagine what Cameron was thinking. He sped through traffic and let me squeeze his had until it was black and blue. Well, he did this to me right??

We whipped into the ER at 6:40pm and I knew she was going to come, and fast. I barely made it through triage when I convinced the little Filipino man to run me to labor and delivery, I'm sure he got a workout. When I finally arrived I ran into my room stripping off every last piece of clothing along with my dignity and leaving it at the door. I jumped on the bed and when the nurse asked if I wanted an epidural I asked, "when can I push?" She calmly began to check me and replied, "Do NOT push!" I was 10 cm and ready to go. But, my Dr was not here yet. 

Cameron, like a good husband recovered from the ride and stood by my side. My nurse ran out of the room and returned followed by at least five more nurses. I was in pain and was taking all my effort not to push. Nurses swarmed me and my Dr. came running in. I could see Cameron's shocked face in the background. He was pushed to the back and was quiet. With one leg hanging off the bed and the nurse trying to put an IV in my arm, they pierced the water bag and her head popped right out. I gave one push total and she was out. I couldn't even believe it. 

Finally the IV was put in and after all was said and done, I signed the paperwork stating that the hospital could deliver my baby. We are home now and the recovery has been great. Layla is a wonderful baby and I am eager to see who she will look like. We are all completely in love.