I am really sad because Cheltzi LOVED her school and we can't find one here. Here is a picture of her with her Teacher, Mrs. J and the T.A. Ms. C.
And the only picture I took on Thanksgiving.
Doing what guys do best. Watching Football.
Mommy, Cheltzi, Dominik

crying. Her first Apgar score was 2 because her heart was beating. Then it was 7, and then 9. I don't know the exact time frame that she was on the vent. She was on it the first time I saw her and off it the second time I saw her. I am guessing anywhere from 8-12 hours. She was so beautiful. She looked exactly like me when I was a baby. (was that a little conceited?) After she was off the vent she wasn't even on oxygen. She had to be under the bililights. The biggest hurdles we had to cross were getting her to eat and getting rid of the infection that I passed to her in utero. The infection was the reason I went into preterm labor. I had been uncomfortable the whole night before, but I thought it was just part of being pregnant. My back was killing me. My aunt had even asked me if I was okay and I told her no not really. I hurt so bad. I was the last one to leave my aunt and uncle's house that night. I cried all the way home and I had to drive myself. When I got home I think I just went to bed. I woke up around 4 because I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom I sat on the toilet for so loooong. I finally decided that I just couldn't go and I would try to get more sleep. As I stood up to pull my pants up I gushed. I freaked out and woke up my dad. He told me to take the truck to the hospital (we had just gutted the bathroom and the truck had a toilet in it.) My mom had taken my car to work because her car wasn't
registered. After I talked to my dad for a few minutes and deciding he wasn't much help in my situation I woke Kevin up. He jumped up and put his shoes on and one of his nice button up shirts. He had his sweat pants on. If you knew Kevin at this time you would know that was not normal for him. I sat down because I was hurting so bad and "water" was gushing everywhere. Kevin came into the kitchen and asked me if we could just fix it. Oh my poor husband. We finally decided to call my mom at work and had her come home early to take us to the hospital. There was NO way I was going to the hospital in the truck. We got to the hospital and into L&D. The nurse said she had to check me to make sure that my water really had broke. I was irritated by this because what else would be gushing out of me like that? They got their tape thing out and it confirmed that my water had indeed broke. They called in Dr. S and he talked to me for a minute and told me I needed to decide which hospital I wanted to be transferred to because I could not have Cheltzi at the hospital we had gone to. We chose Mckay-Dee because my dad had done clinicals there and he said he thought it would be the best hospital to take care of Cheltzi. I never really panicked about having Cheltzi early until the nurse told me while in the ambulance that the medicine they were giving me was so that I wouldn't have her in the hospital. SCARY!! My labor was pretty much uneventful. The epidural was amazing and my nervous husband wouldn't let me sleep. He said I couldn't 
