My poor mother!!!

As I sit and reflect on the end of this pregnancy, I cant help but feel bad for my poor mother. Her first four pregnancies were fine - the deliveries a little more crazy!

* With one of my older siblings, she walked all the way to the hospital in labor because she didn't have a car, then they told her to go back home (it wasn't time yet). So she walked back home (probably feeling devastated!). When she was to return again, I believe she got a ride from someone in the relief society. I bet she wishes she would have thought of that in the first place! :) My dad must have been at work!

* With one of them, she didn't get an epidural and at some point she completely blacked out and missed the whole delivery! Very sad!

* After my brother mark was born, he wasn't brought to my mom. She saw other moms with their babies and as my mom used to do... she sat in silence about it for quite a while. Finally she asked about where he was and someone had accidentally put him on the adoption list. He was in the nursery. It was quickly sorted out and he was brought to his mommy!

* My mom was due to have me on Dec 25Th. Well, most of you know that my birthday is Jan 27Th. So my poor mom had to wait a long time for me!

After having 4 kids, my mom went through a few pregnancy ordeals! She had 3 hydatidiform moles (otherwise known as molar pregnancies).

Molar pregnancy is an abnormal form of pregnancy, wherein a non-viable, fertilized egg implants in the uterus, and thereby converting normal pregnancy processes into pathological ones. It's characterized by the presence of a hydatidiform mole (or hydatid mole, mola hytadidosa). [1] Molar pregnancies are categorized into partial and complete moles; complete moles have no identifiable embryonic or fetal tissues and arise when an empty egg with no nucleus is fertilized by a normal sperm; in contrast, a partial mole occurs when a normal egg is fertilized by two spermatozoa. [2] Hydatidiform moles may develop into choriocarcinoma, a form of cancer.

You have to wait a whole year after these pregnancies to try again. One of the times, there was a baby and a mole in my mother. Evidentally the tumor took everything from the baby and he had to be removed otherwise my mother could have died. This is the only time in history that I remember ever seeing my dad cry! I also remember her telling me about how they removed the dead baby and lied it right on the table next to her without even thinking how that would effect her. She named that little boy Skylar - for the sky (hoping she would one day get to raise him in heaven!)

I really wanted to name Kyla... Skylar - but Barry wasn't fond of that name. At least she ended up with the middle part of the name :)

So as I sit here at 37 weeks pregnant. Feeling pretty good. Knowing that I have not had any horrible pregnancies or deliveries... I cant help but be thankful!!! And it helps me be more patient :) Thanks Mom for your sacrifices... LOVE YOU!

This is a picture taken in Oct 2008 of my mom and dad.

They were married in this temple a LONG TIME AGO :) hahaha JK mom!