Doug had gone to Orem Community Hospital's emergency room in August, the night he returned from his motorcycle trip and me and the rest of the family came home from the cabin. Doug was in a lot of pain due to a kidney stone. While I was there that evening I pre-registered for my hospital stay. I don't know what happened between that evening and the morning that I delivered Parker and I checked-in, but the computer system didn't want to recognize that I was there and needed the medication for the IV's with the C-section. I checked into the hospital at 6am.
It wasn't until about 8am that I was able to get my drugs and the doctors could start. So, for about 2 hours I was a nervous wreck. My body was shaking all over (usually I do this after the delivery because of the change in hormones, not this time), I was crying because I was so nervous. The staff was really good though. 
Once I had the right medication I calmed right down and relaxed and everything was fine. I was so worried that I would be throwing-up (like I usually do) just after or even prior to the delivery, but I wasn't and didn't! 
Minutes after I was wheeled into my room I was feeding Parker! That had never happened with me. I had always been so sick with all of my other babies that it was always 24 hours before I could even sit-up long enough to feed them.
Parker was born at 8:05am and weighed in at 7lbs 11 oz. (he is my biggest baby by far).
Mya had the opportunity to watch the delivery with her grandmother Massey from a window in the operating room. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do it, and we didn't push her. But the night before she decided that she did want to see it. I felt bad at Preston and Alexa's delivery. Mya was so excited to see them but they were rushed off to the NICU right from the operating room. She was so disappointed because she was so excited to have a brother and a sister. She didn't get to see Preston and Alexa up close until about 5 days later! Not so with Parker. She saw him before I even did!
The photos below are what Mya saw from the window.
I saw an email that Mya had sent to one of her friends and it sounded like she never wanted to see a birth again! From the pictures she took you could tell that she was kind of fixated on all the blood (I didn't include the pictures of the bloody rags that she took)!
