Paisley Marion Ashton

Okay, here's the STATS...

Paisley Marion Ashton

7 lbs 7 oz

19 inches long

born at 8:57 PM on April 3, 2008

Marion is Stephen's great-grandmother's name who they called Nana. The white crochet blanket is made by her. Before she passed away she made a blanket for all of her grandkid's first borns, but we didn't get ours until a little while after Beck was born, so I decided to keep it for our next child. I didn't know that Stephen was going to pick Marion as her middle name until after she was born, so I was so happy that I had picked that blanket to pack! Talk about coincidence! :)

I am so happy to have Paisley here. I guess you all probably know how miserable that I was. And the fact that I went into labor on my own, yeah, there's no turning Korbi Ashton away! Stephen kept trying to talk me into going in earlier, but I was convinced that with my luck they would send me home, I was so nervous. We went on a walk, went to Home Depot, and I helped Stephen finish up the sprinkler for my garden. Then he showered and I did the dishes and got Beck in the bathtub. By that time I was huffin and puffin and it was time to go. It was fun to walk into the Emergency Room. Everyone gets all anxious and stares at the lady in labor, they were like, "get her outta here! Where's a wheel chair?" haha! (Stephen told me to play it up, so they wouldn't send me home, but seriously by this time, there was no acting, I was hurtin. So anyways, I make it upstairs and Beck's running down the hall in front of us. I get changed and lay down and lo and behold I'm a "6!" Whoo hoo! Nurse Jo says I better get my epidural now if I want one, and I can't decide. Flora, my midwife gets there about 30 minutes later and checks me during a contraction and says, "where's your husband, you need to push." I was like, "huh?" So a nurse runs out looking for "Mr. Ashton" who is trying to find where his parents parked to hand off Beck and makes it back into the room during my first push. By this point I've changed my mind about the no epidural thing and Flora looks at me and says, "honey, I'm sorry, it's too late." Ha! Who was I kidding? So my sister Kortni makes it there at the hospital in time to hear me screaming in the hall and the next push, here's my beautiful Paisley! In walks Kortni and I start yelling at someone to grab a camera. When Beck came in a little bit later Stephen asked him what Grandma Ann was holding and he said, "baby" and started laughing, it was pretty cute. Stephen posted our first family picture and Beck just looks exasperated, like, "what the heck have my parents done?" The picture of Beck laying across my lap was taken on Friday when Stephen's mom brought him in to see us. He was asleep when he got there and when he woke up he just ignored Paisley and said, "hi mom" snd came to sit by me and eat the cookie I'd saved for him, then he laid down and played with my hair until he fell sleep and then they took him again. For a while I felt as though I had just traded one baby in for the other. But now that

I am home and typing this post while Beck is in the tub, Paisley is eating and I am realizing how long this may take typing with only one hand, I think to myself, "I can do this, right? I can be a mother of two?"