A few close calls

* Warning to Bill and Keely - this might be a good one not to read *

OK, so it's been 2 weeks now, but here goes:

Monday, Nov 26, Carla called me at work and said she hadn't been feeling the baby move much and she had said that the night before, too. We decided to go ahead and call the doctor and they had her come in. They hooked her up to the non-stress-test-machine-thing and found a good steady heartbeat but not much movement. Dr. Chitra apparently walked in, looked at something, and said she didn't even want to mess with it and to go have a baby. We got to Mercy at about noon and Dr. Chitra broke Carla's water at ten 'till 2. From then on, I could have set my watch by Carla's contractions (I didn't, though, she would have gotten pretty mad if she was having a baby and I was messing with my watch). She had one every 3 minutes until we had a baby at 5:45. Yes, she went natural again because she's just that tough. Anderson had the cord around his neck, which is probably why there wasn't much movement, but his heart rate stayed steady the whole way through. We're thankful that the good Lord was giving us a hint that we should get to the doctor. Things could have been much more complicated had we waited. Anyway, healthy baby, healthy mommy, happy family.

Except for Ellie. Did I ever write about how she likes to play dead? She's very convincing. Sometimes, if she's really tired and really upset, she'll hold her breath until she passes out. I mean blue in the face, eyes in the back of her head, and totally limp. Well, yesterday, Walker tackled her for the 200th time. Ellie was a little mad but Carla didn't think much of it. I was in the garage so Carla took Walker to his room for a time out. When she came back downstairs, Ellie was across the room from where Carla had left her, laying on the floor passed out and not breathing. Carla woke her up and got her going again but it was a little scarier than usual because neither one of us was right there. Before when she's looked like she was going down (probably 10-12 times now) one of us was always there to blow in her face to make her breathe again or wake her up when she actually does pass out. I'm going to have to have a stern talk with that girl. Which will probably really really upset her . . .