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This is Esperanza just an hour or so after she was born, in her dad's arms
Our baby girl arrived Sunday July 27th at 7:03 p.m. She weighed 7 pounds exactly and was 19 3/4 inches in length. Most importantly she is perfect and healthy! Since we didn't have an ultrasound, we didn't know she was a she until her birth, and hadn't settled on any names. After about a week though, we finally settled on the name Esperanza Flor Valencia (or Espy for short). We love the name and hope she will too.
The birthing experience at home was peaceful and surreal. My rushes started in the middle of the night. I woke around 1:00 a.m with a mild but noticable contraction. Armando woke up at the same time and got sick for some reason. About a half hour later, same thing, I got a contraction and Mando was back in the bathroom getting sick. He wasn't really ill with the flu or anything...so, I'd kinda like to think he was feeling my pain. I didn't say anything to him about my pains and we just went back to sleep. I got up early, ate breakfast, called my midwife to let her know we'd probably be having a baby that day, then spent most of the morning enjoying the sensations of my body and baby. Eventually, I sent my sisters and thier boyfriends off so Armando and I could go through the early stages of labor alone. The labor pains didn't get intense or consistent until late that morning. Armando and I went for a short walk and not long after we came back home, the contractions picked up very quickly. We called our midwife when a contraction finally put me into tears. She sent one of the assistants (or apprentice - still can't get it straight which is which) to check me. When she showed up and checked me, I was between 5 & 6 cm dialated. The rest of the happenings around me are somewhat of a blur as I entered into 'laborland'. I spent most of my hard laboring on all fours, on a birthing ball, leaning against my husband and/or sister, leaning against pillows, etc. My water broke while I was leaning over my bed with a contraction. I think I remember being told I was 9 cm dialated around that same time. It wasn't long after that that I started pushing and eventually chose to birth our baby on our bed. I labored for about 7 hours plus an hour or so of pushing time. I am so thankful and blessed to have been at home for the entire process, as I can't imagine a hospital would have allowed active labor to the extent that I needed, or that they'd have had the staff comparable to my midwife Nora and her assistant/apprentice all from A Gentle Beginning. I am also greatful to have had the support from my closest friends and family that were present for the birth. It was a magical experience for all of us.
Today I picked up my sister Mary and her boyfriend Yoshi from my moms and we headed to the river. My sisters and I all have fond memories of the Washougal River - from the time our memories begin, to now. As a family, would walk a few blocks from home to get there when we were little kids. As we got older, every summer we ventured off with friends and with each other to explore the river. Now, after 28+ years, I thought there wasn't a spot on the Washougal River I didn't know about. But today we found one. We didn't stay long, we didn't swim, and it certainly wasn't the typical 'hanging at the river with my sister and some cold beer' summer day I'm used to. But it was still nice. We chatted, got our feet wet, tried to catch crawdads and reminisced on our previous river adventures. At 9 months pregnant, this was my first and unfortunately probably my last visit to the river of the summer. But you better believe I'll be there with baby next summer!
Mary, Me and Baby still in the belly 
I may look like I'm off balance and about ready to fall, but I'm not. Mary, as always, is picture perfect with her blonde and blue dreaded mohawk.
Mary and Yoshi
At 39+ weeks, I'm torn between the saddness of knowing that my days left of being pregnant are minimal and the feelings of excitement I get when I think that any day now I'll feel the first signs of labor. I am going to miss so much about pregnancy - the feelings of our baby moving about inside my womb, those sharp painful jabs that wake me at 3 in the morning, the amazement that comes from watching the baby in my belly move entirely from one side of belly to the other, baby body parts pushing desperately at my sides, the uncomfortable and humiliating reminder when I laugh or sneeze that I haven't done nearly enough kegals, feeling the baby hiccups, playing with the baby through my belly with poking and rubbing, all the wonderful visualizations and wonders of what the baby is doing and feeling inside me, and I'll even miss those days when I cannot find a thing to wear that fits comfortably while still looking half way decenent enough to appear in public. One thing I'm looking forward to (other than of course finally meeting our baby) is sleeping on my stomach again.
Since Fridays full moon only brought on a few mild rushes that passed with little excitement and nothing since, it looks like our baby isn't yet ready to meet the world. It could be days or even a couple more weeks until our little bundle of love arrives. Since the rest of the posts on here will likely be dedicated to pictures of our baby growing outside the womb, here are some pictures to remember the pregnancy I have absolutely loved and will miss so much (yes, I got a little obsessive about taking pictures of the belly throughout the pregnancy)...
12 Weeks
16 weeks
20 Weeks
24 Weeks
26 Weeks
30 Weeks
31 Weeks
33 Weeks
35 Weeks
36 Weeks
38 Weeks
39 Weeks
Aunt Mary holding Espy the day after she was born
2 days old
Daddy kissing his little 2 week old girl
2 weeks and 1 day old
I finally got a wrap - now I can do stuff again while holding Espy at the same time! Yippy! Thats a yawn, not a cry...
Aunt Mary holding Espy the day after she was born
Family photo
Geneva is finally an aunt!
Espy's first bath - 4 days old.jpg)
7 days old in wool soaker grandma made
My best friend Val's daughter Annabelle holding 8 day old Espy
Isn't she so stinkin cute at 11 days old!
First ride in the car at 12 days old - we've since adjusted it so she's a little more comfortable I think 
Isn't she so stinkin cute at 11 days old!
First ride in the car at 12 days old - we've since adjusted it so she's a little more comfortable I think 
