I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything since midnight and naturally I was thirsty when I woke up. I quickly brushed my teeth and packed my toothbrush. While Scott showered I took out the trash and made sure we were leaving a clean house.
The temperature was slightly warm but there was a breeze. The sky was still dark as we headed towards the hospital and there wasn't another car on the road. Scott and I joked this was the calmest drive we have EVER had to the hospital. We stopped at Donut Bank as I wanted to take the nurses donuts. I didn't think before we got the donuts how hard it would be to hold 2 boxes of delicious smelling, fresh, assorted donuts on my lap, and not be able to eat any of them. Talk about will power!
As we parked the car and gathered our bags, we couldn't believe how different this was than the morning we had Paisley. This time was so calm and planned! Normal never felt so good! We checked in and headed to the 3rd floor. We were quickly greeted by one of our favorite (and one of the best) nurses, Heather. She was in the operating room when Paisley was born and I was so glad that she was a part of this delivery as well. She had made an adorable "It's a Girl" sign and hung it on our door. Various nurses that had been a part of our previous stay popped in to wish us well. It was great seeing so many familiar faces and it was calming knowing I was in such good hands.
|Scott and I with the nurses that brought Paisley into the world and now with us for Lila's birth|
Heather started the IV and according to Heather and Scott, I suddenly turned grey and my lips turned blue. I don't handle needles well. After sucking on a cold wash cloth I felt a little better and my color returned to normal. Scott was issued his scrubs (he looks pretty hot in scrubs by the way) and we waited on the fluid to drip into my system. We watched the clock as the minutes slowly passed by. We wouldn't be moving into the OR until after 7am and each minute between now and then I grew a little more nervous.
During my hospital bed rest with Paisley, Scott and I spent our 1 year anniversary in the comforts of a hospital room. He gave me a prayer box that we wrote our prayers in prior to Paisley being born. We brought the prayer box with us to the hospital for Lila's birth. We spent a few minutes each writing our prayers for delivery down and putting them in.
As the IV bag filled me with fluid our other favorite nurse, Tara, (and another one of the best) came in and finished getting me ready to go. Tara was also present for Paisley's birth and just so calming and sweet. Tara brought in the baby bed and had personalized it for our little miss. Did I mention these nurses are amazing? The anesthesiologist came in and introduced himself. Scott and I could tell we were going to like him. My OB came in and asked with a smile if we were ready to go. With nurse Tara at our side, we made our way towards the OR.
I didn't notice the smell of coffee in the hallway this time nor how quiet the hospital is at this early hour. I was so nervous about the event we were now moments from and equally excited to meet our baby girl.
Scott had to stay outside the OR until my medicine had been administered. It felt like forever that he wasn't at my side and I felt relief when I heard his voice inches from my head. The needle going into my spine didn't hurt that bad...until he had to stick me 2 additional times (he was very apologetic and I was just happy I didn't feel my stomach getting cut open moments later).
|Ready to go meet our daughter|
As the process began, I was focused on one thing...listening for the first cry from our daughter. My OB told me I would feel pressure as they began pulling her from my belly. The anesthesiologist was also giving me updates and was saying they almost had her. Suddenly I heard excited voices saying "look at her hair." A smile crossed my face as I imagined her hair. Immediately I forgave her for the extreme heartburn. Scott had stood up and was taking pictures as our daughter joined the world. Her very unhappy cry filled the room and I couldn't hold back the tears that filled my eyes. Finally, she was here and she sounded perfect. As I watched Scott's face, I looked for any signs that there were any issues. As he beamed at the image on the other side of the curtain, I began asking if she was alright. He looked at me with a big smile and shook his head yes.
As the tears rolled down the sides of my swollen face, it felt like hours before they brought my daughter into my view. She was perfect at 7 lbs. 5.1 oz. and 19 1/2 inches long. Her pouty lips threatened to resume crying at any time, her dark hair looked like a shortened version of my hair, and she was tiny and perfect and here. They whisked her away to clean her up and I was a mess of tears and smiles. I watched my husband as he watched our daughter. I listened to the voices in the OR, suddenly more talkative and upbeat than they were 5 minutes earlier as they worked to bring her into the world. My OB had already began putting me back together.
|Daddy and Lila|
|Momma and baby|
|Our wonderful OB that has delivered our 2 babes|
|So in love with our newest addition|
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