Sunday was my little Xander's 8th birthday. It is so hard to believe that he is 8. Just yesterday, I was going into the doctors office for a stress test because I was feeling no movement from my little baby. The nurses hooked me up to the fetal monitor and I was in labor with fairly regular contractions. Xander had already engaged and that was why I was feeling no movements. Not only that, I was already dilated at a 6 at the doctors office. They sent me straight to the hospital so that I could be induced. Of course I took my sweet time. I remember going home with Larry and packing my bags. We then dropped Savannah off at Mamaw's house where Aunt Trisha was babysitting. Mamaw was in Baltimore with little Larry at the time. And we picked Aunt Lynette up to drop her off at her swim practice. We literally took it slow because I did not want an epidural (oops) based on my last experience so I thought the more I moved around, the better off I would be. Silly me. We checked into
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