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Posted by on Jun 28, 2015 in Motherhood, pregnancy | 4 comments

Andi Rose

On Monday, June 22nd at 6:14pm we became a family of 6 (Ob & Marley obviously included in that head count).


Allow me to introduce to you the newest member of the Andrews’ clan…


Andi Rose. She is 7 pounds, 3 ounces of perfection. I still can’t believe I have a little girl. I can’t believe I get to be her mom. I just feel so lucky.

Birth Story

Since I didn’t have the best experience delivering Atlas (a bad cold + a cord wrapped around his neck + the use of a vacuum, an episiotomy and a tear to get him out all made for a less than stellar delivery), I went into this delivery with very low expectations. Leading up to Andi’s arrival, I prayed several specific prayers for her and our family. Obviously I prayed for an easier delivery and recovery. I prayed for a healthy baby girl. But I also prayed fervently that I would feel God’s presence during the entire process, no matter how smooth or rough it was. I just wanted to see God’s hand in it all.

On Father’s Day, after Atlas had been tucked into bed and dinner had been cleaned up, I curled up on our oversized living room chair to watch the U.S. Open Golf tournament (Dave controls the remote in our household). My doctor had told me earlier in the week she didn’t think I would make it through the weekend without going into labor, but yet it was Sunday evening at 9:30pm and we seemed no closer to meeting our baby girl. I was slightly agitated at still being pregnant, but overall I felt at ease because I knew in my heart God already had our baby’s birthday on His calendar and she would come on His time. We all enjoyed a relaxing evening as we watched Jordan Spieth become the 6th player in history to win the Masters and U.S. Open in the same season (Sweet Lord, we have watched a lot of golf in this house for me to know that off the top of my head). Then, shortly after 10pm I felt a small gush of liquid and I quickly assumed I peed my pants. Only, when I got up to run to the bathroom, I realized I actually had no control over what was coming out of me. It wasn’t much but it was continuous, so I waited several minutes before I finally walked into the living room and told Dave that I was pretty sure my water had broke, but there was still a small chance I was just losing all control of my bladder. So hard to tell those things apart. Then I felt a much bigger gush and I was all, “Oh, thank goodness! I don’t need Depends. My water definitely broke.”

After throwing some last minute things into the hospital bag, we headed to the hospital around midnight. My Dr said I would have a very fast labor because Andi was sitting low, so we didn’t wait around our house too long.  This mama was not going to miss her window to get that epidural. I arrived at the hospital and was checked by a brand new resident and an overseeing dr that was on call. They confirmed that my water had broken and I was at 4cm dilated, so I  was quickly transferred to a labor and delivery room. The nurse assigned to us told me I could get the epidural whenever I was ready and I should start having contractions soon. I opted to walk around first to get things moving while Dave opted to get some sleep. This was it! We were going to meet our baby girl soon!

…fast forward almost 14 hours later…


I had received the epidural, I was on the highest dose of Pitocin possible and I still wasn’t having any major contractions. And I still had yet to be re-checked by a doctor, after my initial check by the newbie resident.

Finally at 2pm on Monday afternoon, another Dr came in to perform an exam to see what the hold up was (my Dr wasn’t on call). Turns out I was still only 4 cm dilated. I hadn’t progressed at all. AT. ALL. At this point I was about to lose my mind, mainly because I was starving and I wasn’t allowed to eat until after the baby arrived. I was hangry.  The Dr discovered that while my water had broken, my “forebag” had not broken. Apparently that little detail is important. Too bad the intern who checked me 14 hours earlier didn’t catch that little nugget of info. I want to cut her some slack because I’m pretty sure it was her first night on the job…but 14 hours, ya’ll. 14 hours! The Dr broke the forebag and within minutes I was hit with a crazy contraction. This was great news because I could tell I was finally in labor! This was also not great news because despite the epidural, I could feel the contractions all down my left side while the right side of my body was so incredibly numb that I actually couldn’t move my right leg. They immediately turned down the Pitocin and got my epidural fixed (thanks to Dave pulling out his New Yorker attitude) and within minutes all was right in the world again…except for the fact that I was starving. Dave proved to be the best husband, yet again, and snuck me bites of his lunch to keep me from passing out. I’m pretty sure the mashed potatoes and sour patch kids he served me were the best things I’ve ever eaten in my life.

Less than 4 hours after that Dr broke my forebag, I was at 10cm and ready to push! By this point a new Dr was on call and I was pretty terrified when she walked in the room because we had never met and I didn’t know much about her. However, within 2 minutes of talking with her I realized she was exactly who I needed to help me get our baby girl out. She reminded me of a coach & I instantly loved her.

She asked me to push 3 times and after pushing my little heart out, I asked her how I did. Without missing a beat she said, “Not good, sweetie. Not good at all.” Dave could not stop laughing and I was all, “OMG! Seriously? Because I thought I crushed it.” Good grief – pushing a baby out is hard, you guys. She gave me a little pep talk with detailed instructions and then asked me to push again. I tuned everything out and for 10 minutes I pushed my body harder than I ever have in my life and at 6:14pm I saw the little human that I have worked so hard to nurture and carry for the last 9 months. I saw the little girl who made me a mom all over again. I saw God’s blessing on my life and His goodness to me. All wrapped up in this 7 pound little package fresh from Heaven.




Meeting Andi was one of the best moments of my life. There were so many times in my pregnancy when I questioned God. I was raised to know God is good, but when I was walking through some of the sickest days of my life with a toddler at home and no family close by to help, I felt as though God had overlooked me. In the weeks leading up to Andi’s birth I felt God pressing on my heart that He was in fact good to me. Not just good, but good to me. He is good on the mountain top and He is good in the valley. Seeing Andi’s precious little face reminded me of His great love for me. She is so worth every sick minute I spent hunched over a toilet and every minute I spent stuck in bed.


The recovery for this pregnancy has been significantly easier. God answered that prayer in a huge way. We are home and I am so enjoying having this little baby to take care of. I kiss her face no less than 100 times a day and while we are working through sleep deprivation and life with 2 babies under 2, I look around at the beautiful chaos that is my life and I feel so blessed. Undeserving. Overwhelmed by His goodness. Lucky. Grateful. Humbled. Amazed by the amount of love that is in our home. Life is good. Really good. Our home truly feels complete now that Andi Rose is here. I can’t imagine life without her.

Thanks for sharing in this joyous time with us, friends!


  1. Oh wow, Ashley! This is beautiful! <3 I love all of this. Of course not having the forbear be broken probably wasn't too cool (yiiiiikes), but the whole story & the way you told it is just beautiful!! I'm so happy you get to be a mama to a girl.

    Please keep me update on 2 under 2…..I'm totally thinking it's gonna be crazy town. haha
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  2. Congratulations, Ashley! So happy for you and your beautiful family 🙂 I laugh out loud at so many of your FB statuses and end up reading them to Dan. Love your perspective and gratitude for life. And PS, love her name!
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