Today baby T is 6 months old… it seems like a good time to dust off her birth story from my previous blog and tell you a little about this wonderful little soul that has graced our lives.
2 pregnancies under my belt and I can say with a certainty that while it is wonderful in an abstract kind of way, the day to day is not my cup of tea. At the end of my second pregnancy I was exhausted, in pain all day long, feeling nauseated most of the time, tired, unable to do basic things like wash dishes and stay sitting on the floor playing with my boy. I woke about ten times a night with horrible pain on my legs and the skin on my belly was extremely sensitive, a cotton t-shirt would chafe, imagine toddler hands and feet. I was ready to be done.
Baby T had other ideas. She was happily poking my ribs and belly button (OUCH, by the way) all day and night well into 38w, past when her brother decided to make an appearance. At this point we were having an ultrasound a week and saw that although my placenta was still too smooth to indicate a delivery, the liquid showed her lungs were mature, so I begged my doc to put me out of my misery and schedule surgery. Literally begged.
In a country that does so many elective c-sections I have a doc that is decidedly against choosing in advance, and as with J, she refused to schedule surgery with less than 39w. So my begging got me nowhere and we had to wait it out.
We had a big holiday and my doc said that if I didn’t go into labor during the holiday she would perform the surgery at 39w (or 39w 3d, depending on which of the first two ultrasounds you decide to trust), and we entered the holiday in waiting mode.
I started having contractions during the holiday, but they had no rime or reason, and we powered through. On Wednesday, September 09, I woke surprisingly calm for someone that was headed to surgery in the evening, especially since I am terrified of needles.
Baby T was happily swimming around, doing her thing. This should have told me something about our little girl… to this day she lives by her own timetable. She develops and reaches milestones preferably without interference. I was, however, quite ready to interfere with her spa time in my womb.
We have a few routines with J, and they were especially special on Wednesday; waking up with hugs and cuddles that last about half an hour, breakfast cartoons, play time, etc. It was a day of waiting for baby, and mid afternoon we were off to the hospital.
Leaving my boy was one of the hardest moments of mothering so far. We had explained what was going to happen, drew pictures, and he said goodbye and stayed with grandma. My heart filled with joy and pride for my 2yo amazing little boy who waved bye bye and spent the night with grandma.
The moment the car turned around I was in tears. I missed my boy so much, and was also so anxious to meet my girl.
We checked in at the hospital still with random contractions, and were sent to our room. About an hour later I was sent to prep, and that was probably the worse part. Staying there all by myself waiting for minutes to pass was horrible. I passed the time by talking and singing to our girl, telling her about our family, about our plans, about how we do life.
I went in to the operating room and the vein puncture and anaesthesia went much smoother than I expected, and in no time my legs were numb and Lucas was coming in. He has a calming effect on me and I immediately relaxed. A few minutes later I heard T cry… really strong! She was born measuring 50cm (19inches), weighing 3480kg (7.6 pounds), with perfect scores in all tests performed right after birth.
She was brought to me and then there was that moment. That Moment. The one that no words can describe, and living it for the second time didn’t make it any less magical. I looked at this baby and I knew her… this was my child and I was irrevocably, completely, madly in love.
The end of surgery went well and soon we were together in our room. I decided to see if she’d want to nurse, even though I knew I might not have milk for another 3 days. Well.. not only did she nurse, we had milk, she latched on perfectly and drank to her heart’s content.
Daddy went home to stay with big brother J and grandma stayed with us at the hospital. Big brother came to visit and fell in love too… and how could he not? We were now us… a complete us… and wI think we all felt like the puzzle was complete.
This girl… She came to somehow improve on what was already perfect, this little family of ours that fills my heart with joy and wonder. She fills a space we needed filed, and life without her just seems dull in comparison now.
Baby T, welcome! You are the piece that completes us and we are blessed to have you. May the Lord bless you and keep you all the days of your life. Welcome home.
With love you with all our hearts.
mommy, daddy and J.
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