Saturday started off pretty good. I started to feel some contractions through the day. 5-10 minutes apart. They were pretty bearable, so I just kept a close eye on their times apart. Pretty steady. Sunday 1:09am comes and I feel something a little stronger. I try not to panic, and continue to keep an eye on the contractions. 5 Minutes apart. It stayed that way, and I woke Danny up at 4:30am telling him my findings (tried real hard to stay cool, calm and collected). We decided to go to the hospital. I took a shower, and got as comfortable as possible. We headed over, and to my disappointment, they discharged me because I was 2.5 cm dilated. They suggested I take a long walk around the hospital and come back in about 1.5 hours. So, we took our things back to the car and went for a walk. A very painful walk. Contractions were real and we were sleepy. I was also extremely dehydrated, so they gave me water to drink. The pain was causing me to feel nauseous so I ended up throwing up all the water I drank. Time passes and we head back to triage and they finally admit me because I dilated more.

I spent the day feeling contraction to contraction. Around 4 pm and 6 cm dilation I opted to get the epidural. I think I could’ve done it without the epidural, pain-wise, but I was so exhausted. Epidural happened (2 contractions while they are administering it!) and I immediately took a nap. I could still move my legs and feel them a bit, but the pain had definitely subsided. Around 9-10 pm the nurse tells me I’m 10 cm dilated, effaced and that my cervix is paper thin. All was ready for the big push. And so I pushed- for 2.5 hours. She was barely out, and then meconium started to come out, and that’s when things got scary. My wonderful and amazing doctor suggested we move forward with an emergency c-section. Which I was ok with. One thing to note here is that I love my doctors and have total trust in them. They know me and know what’s important to me and put that first. I tried my hardest, and that’s all I can ask of myself. Of course I had envisioned having a safe vaginal birth, but sometimes things change and you have have to okay with it. So off to surgery we went. I was scared of course, I had never had surgery before!

Of course everything turned out okay, and little Mila arrived safe and sound. All 10 fingers and 10 toes. She is so beautiful. Danny and I’s love for one another has grown to a new level, and the love for Mila is so big- we just feel blessed and undeserving of such a gift. Can’t wait to see what life is going to look like from here on out. A so the best journey of our lives begins.



Everyone is in love with you little Mila. <3

Photos by my incredibly talented sister, Enamarie.

Last photo of Mila by Luis Mora.

If you want to see a video of the night, peep it on my Instagram or check out her Vimeo. Created by the talented Giovanna Arguello.

Maternity Pictures

I’m almost at 39 weeks. Enamarie took my maternity photos last week. Had it not been for her, I probably would have let it slip through the cracks. I’m not into documenting myself too much, but it had to happen. So grateful to have a sister that knows me and pushes me to make and document memories. She knows how to make me feel comfortable and like a flower- so gifted. I know she makes others feel the same when she photographs them, because they’ve told me. She is such a warm and kind person, she makes you feel safe <3

If you ever need a photog to document some life, just ask. You won’t be disappointed. (Shameless plug)

Check out some of the pictures I selected from our “afternoon at Casa Canto” shoot.


Baby Shower Details

June 18th was my Baby Shower. It was amazing! I’ve been blessed to have wonderful people in my life that have made this season of life so sweet. The shower would not have been possible without the help of family and friends. Every little detail was perfect. I don’t take help very easily, so I tend to contribute a lot to planning things for myself- I’m pretty sure it bugs my family and friends, but I can’t help it! lol I collected some Pinterest pins and shared them. Everything I pinned came alive! I’ve attached some pictures (taken by my lovely, Enamarie) of all the decorations, little gifts, flowers and such.

The cake was made by a dear friend, Elizabeth Calle of Leelee’s Cake Abilities, some of the cookies and lemon bars were made by Gaby’s Edibles, Doughnuts from The Salty Donut, mini succulents are from Isaac Farms and the shower location was the clubhouse at TOWN Luxury Apartments (such a good venue!). 


Giving it up

The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.  Exodus 14:14 

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God is Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:32

Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and i will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear , and the burden I give you is light” Matthew 11:28-30

People are people. Meaning we are all broken, and we all hurt. Everyone reacts to hurt differently. Either we keep it to ourselves and let it grow into something else, or we lash out at others, or we hurt others with our comments and attitudes- however it is that we deal with it, I think it’s important to give it to God from the moment it happens so that we don’t end up reacting in a manner we’d regret. I’ve been guilty of not doing this, and I end up taking it out on the people I love most, or whoever happens to be around me. I’m not a perfect Christian, which no one is. Whenever I feel hurt by someone I know, I just give myself a minute for a good cry (even before I was pregnant so its not my preggo hormones or anything) and just ask God to take the hurt away. I can’t change people and how they treat me or talk about me but I can give it to God. Sure, I can confront them about it all, but first and foremost I give it to Him. If you know me, you will know that I repress my feelings as much as I can, so if I’m crying its because I’ve reached my limit. lol I’m working on having some confrontational moments with those who take me there (after I evaluate the situation of course) because #thebibletellsmeso Matthew 18:15-17. I receive so much comfort knowing I’m not alone and that He hears my cries and carries my burdens. 

Just wanted to share some real talk today. 

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Picture source: Andy Ryan Flores