I am utterly, 1000% in love. On Monday, April 25th at 4:31 pm, Scott and I welcomed Little Miss Baby Billy Sue into the world.
Elizabeth Claire, who we will call Elle, weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces and is 19.5 inches long.
The little rosebud is a dream and even though I know I'm biased, I just can't help but stare at her and die over her how beautiful and perfect she is. And yes, that hair. Nine months of heartburn that was totally worth it in the end. I do fully expect it to turn light within a few months, though, as both Scott and I were born with tons of dark hair that eventually lightened up.
And Scott? Totally smitten. Every once in a while I'll look at him while he's holding her and he tells me "I have something in my eye." Uh huh. Sure. He's so sweet and gentle with her and I've loved watching him transform into the role of father.
Life has surely had to adjust over the past week. We were discharged from the hospital on Wednesday afternoon and since then we've had a few sleepless nights, some tears, but lots of laughs and lots of love. I just can't believe little Elle is here and how much joy she's already brought into our lives. You spend nine months preparing for the moment, but there's no way to prepare for such extreme love.
Many of you know I was induced on Monday. I'm not really sure how much is too much detail, but I'll try to keep the story pretty neutral--obviously feel free to skip.
Scott and I checked into the hospital at 5:00 am on Monday. I was started on pitocin around 6:30 and while I started having more regular contractions, the dose of pitocin was low and the contractions weren't painful. I've since lost track of the timing of things, but around 10:30 my doctor came in and told me I looked entirely too happy so she broke my water. I immediately started having more powerful contractions and an hour later (11:30?) I opted for an epidural (always in the plan).
With the epidural in place I was able to get some rest but I wasn't really progressing (at a 3 around noonish--was 2.5 when I checked in that morning). Scott and I had several visitors during this time, but we finally kicked everyone out so that I could take a nap and get some rest. While I didn't ever fully sleep, my body entered into extreme relaxation until I started vomiting (2:30?). The nurse came to check because she noted that baby's heartrate would suddenly drop and then go back up and told me I was at an 8 or 9 and probably only had an hour left. The words "Holy Shit!" literally came out of my mouth.
At this point I was too excited, nervous, freaked out, emotional to rest so the visitors came back in. Around 3:30 I threw up again (total count for the day was 7 or 8 times both before and after labor), so the nurse checked and said I was ready to go. The doctor wasn't at the hospital yet, so she was paged and around 4:00 I started pushing with the help of Scott and the nurse. Baby finally came at 4:31.
I joked with someone that I laughed throughout the whole delivery and to some extent I did. The epidural was a blessing and really made the labor a joy (I know how strange that sounds and the labor was hard, but...). My delivery was fairly quick and certainly uncomplicated, but with the wonderful wonderful support of Scott and the nurse (also a midwife), it really was a spectacularly miraculous experience.
Well, my "free" hour is up so I'm off again to snuggle with that baby. Thank you so much for all of your love and support and thoughts and prayers both before and after Elle's arrival. It truly means the world.
With the fullest heart...