Grace Elizabeth

So the turning of Esteban from breech did not work. That little guy was holed up in there and not budging. Luckily they have to use an ultrasound machine to check the position during the whole ordeal, and in so doing saw that there was not much fluid left in the amniotic sack. We had an ultrasound last Friday and the level was much lower today, so the good doctor made the decision that the placenta was no longer doing its job and the baby was not going to make any more progress in the womb. If he would have successfully turned the baby it would have resulted in an induced labor, so we were pretty much destined to have a baby today.

As a side note they told us last Friday that there was only about a 5% chance of us having a baby today. While there is only about 3% of pregnancies that have a baby in the breech position at 38 weeks, we figured our odds were pretty good and came to the hospital fully prepared. Or at least Sara did.

So we got some pretty sweet lookin duds and they told us that we would be parents very shortly. Sara was magically whisked away to the operating room and I was feed graham crackers and milk and told to wait until further notice (pretty much welcome to the rest of my life). When I arrived in the delivery room Sara was all numbed up and they began the operation. About a minute and a half later the doctor told us that we were the new parents of a brand new daughter, wrapped up beautifully in a 4lb 14.5oz 18 inch package.







I'd always heard rumors that there is 1/64 negro blood in the Askew clan. Our baby got that gene and was born with the black foot!