K is here. We are indescribably elated. I’m sure I haven’t stopped smiling yet.
We went in for induction on Tuesday, June 13th at 5:00pm expecting to be given curves ripening drugs and a balloon to help dilate me further and then start pitocin late the next morning.
Turned out that I was ready for pitocin right away, so by 8:00pm, I was in labor and delivery, hooked up to the pitocin. Contractions started hard and fast and K did not react well to them at first. We had to turn it off to regulate her heartbeat for an hour. We restarted and I made it till 2:00am before asking for an epidural, something we had planned on getting from the moment K was conceived <I ❤️ drugs>. I was stuck at 6cm for a long time and we were told that we only had until 11pm before a c-section would need to be considered. Then I magically jumped to 10cm around 2:45pm. At 3:00pm, I started pushing and the nurse let the doctor know. The resident and our doctor joked and said “Ok, we’ll see you at 7:00pm” since K was supposed to be well over 10lbs. At 3:30, the nurse called the doctors and said we were close. The doctor walked in slowly shortly after, scrubs in hand, and I heard him say, “Oh God, you weren’t kidding!” And he swiftly got ready. We were all laughing at his surprise. At 4:01pm on June 14th, K was born. When she came out, I waited for her cry, which took a beat longer than I would have liked. And then I heard it. THE MOST beautiful sound I have ever heard in my life. I sobbed as they put her on my chest.
8lb, 14oz, 21 inches long. A head full of hair, and only a first degree tear for me, which is amazing considering how fast she came and how big her head seems.
I’ve only ever cried of happiness a few times in my life, until now. I’m sure hormones are partially to blame, but I just look at her and tear up sometimes.
She has been a great baby so far, and I attribute a lot of that to both J and I having so much experience with babies.
I love being her mommy. I love that J is her daddy.