Oh my word, has it really been SEVEN months since the last time I blogged?! For goodness sake, the whole reason I started blogging was because I wanted to document my journey into/through motherhood, and here I am with a 2 month old and nothing to show for it...bless my heart!
I guess I should start with her birth story. It’s been two months but I’ll do my best to remember all of the details:
I was due Thursday, March 31st and although K and I were ready (as well as my sweet parents who drove from Maryland and got in on Friday, April 1st), our little girl, was pretty comfortable and in no rush to leave her cozy spot. I went into the doctor for an appointment and so that they could run some tests to make sure she was doing fine, on Tuesday, April 5th. They did an ultrasound and saw that her movement was not what they were hoping to see and she ended up scoring a 2 out of 8 on her tests, so when the dr. came in the room she said, “Well, you failed!” I had no idea what she meant by that, until she followed it up with, “You’re going to have a baby today or tomorrow.”
I know I had 9 months to prepare and even a week AFTER my due date to get geared up to meet this sweet baby, but I guess nothing really prepares you for when it really happens! I was so thankful that my mom was with me because after that point I heard nothing. My face turned bright red, my heart started pounding and my ability to comprehend a word she said went out the window...along with how I’d always imagined it happening: you know, it’s 2 in the morning, my contractions start getting stronger as K is timing them (by the way, my sweet husband started wearing a watch which he never does, a few weeks before her due date and when I noticed and asked why, he said so that he’d be prepared when he needed to start timing my contractions! I love what a planner I married - I need him to balance me out:) but back to my vision...), we’d pack up our toiletries, take a quick “we’re going to the hospital!” picture, and we’d be off - me huffing and puffing trying to breath through my contractions, and K speeding down the highway and telling me, “we’re almost there!”.
So sitting in a doctor’s office hearing that we needed to go next door to the hospital and that I’d have the baby sometime tonight or tomorrow, was not what I envisioned. They said since she was overdue and did so poorly on her tests, that they’d need to induce me and although I preferred not to be induced, when it came to her health and safety, I was more than fine with that! So I called K at work and waited 20 looong minutes for him to call me back (apparently since I didn’t leave a message he didn’t think it was too important, but of course I didn’t leave a message - what would I say, “Hey Babe, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know that we’ll be having that baby tonight or tomorrow. If you want to meet me at the hospital at some point today, I’ll see you there. Love you!”)
So K left work and my parents and I went and got lunch at the Pancake House. I’ve never been there before but I figured, if this is my last meal for a while, I want some chocolate chip pancakes!! We met hubs over at the hospital after that and he and I went and signed in, where they told us that our “room wasn’t ready yet” and asked us to wait in the waiting room. We sat for an hour kind of in a daze, joking about how we felt like we were checking into a hotel, not waiting to have a baby! But they got us all settled in our room and around 4:30pm they gave me cervidil which needed to be in me for 12 hours before they gave me the pitocin to induce labor. So K and I hung out and watched TV and things felt perfectly normal until around midnight when the contractions started. They got stronger and stronger over the next 4 hours and around 4:30am they started the pitocin. At this point I think I was only a couple of centimeters dialated and they made it pretty clear that I couldn’t have the epidural until I was at least 4 or 5. Around 7am I asked again because they were so intense, and they reminded me but said they’d check how far along I was to be sure. Sure enough, I was at 5 centimeters so they called the anesthesiologist and she came in and made life WONDERFUL! Oh my word, I’m so proud of my friends who deliver their babies naturally but man, epidurals are seriously a beautiful thing! We spent the next few hours sleeping and talking about what was about to happen, trying to process it all. Then around 11:30 the nurse checked me and said I was ready to push. The doctor wasn’t even in there but she said she was finishing up a c-section and that she’d be here in a bit and that in the mean time I could just start pushing. So at 11:50 I started pushing, the doctor came in a few minutes later, and by 12:05pm we had a beautiful, healthy baby girl in our arms! I could not believe it, every moment was incredible! How could it have been this easy?! But as I sat there with tears streaming down my face staring into the eyes of our little girl - I was overwhelmed by how immeasurably more than all I could ask for or imagine this sweet gift from the Lord was!
Little S is our daily reminder of how good God is, and how much he blesses us far more than we deserve. She is such a little joy and we fall more and more in love with her every day!
2 become 3!
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