She weighed 8lbs, 3oz and measured 20" long.
The day started out like any other day, but ended up being one of the best days of my life.
My doctor's appointment earlier in the week had given me a clue that I might be having the baby very soon. At 2.5cm dilated and 75% effaced, she told me to go ahead and get that bag packed! Since the fam lives so far away, I started calling all my neighbors and friends and scheduling times they could come over and watch Henry if I went into labor. That was really what worried me most. The unpredictability of it and who would be watching Henry.
Of course I called my mama and we debated back and forth if she should go ahead and get on a plane. We decided against it, since Henry was a week late....maybe this one would be late too.
WRONG!
The Friday I went into labor I felt particularly tired and worn out. I decided a glass of wine...or maybe a glass and a half was needed and deserved this late in the game. I then promptly passed out on the couch at about 8pm. Lovely. Keeping it classy my friends.
After I awoke from my drunken stupor, for whatever reason, I thought packing my bag might be a good idea. You know, since I was about to have a baby at some point.
After that, I thought a shower sounded nice.
And this is when it starts to get interesting. When Marc scared the baby out of me.
Let me set the scene. I'm in the shower and Marc is at his vanity, like shaving or something.
We're keeping things light and romantic as always by discussing the Jerry Sandusky trial. You know, real pillow talk.
So while we're talking, I think he's standing over at the vanity. I'm washing my hair, so my eyes are closed. I open my eyes and he's standing right beside the shower! I screamed like a maniac! Every horror movie seems to have an awful shower scene where you open your eyes and there's a killer right outside waiting for you. What in the world was he thinking, creeping up on me like that?
And then I couldn't stop laughing. Scared to death and then non-stop laughter. I'm no stranger to hormonal mood swings.
Shortly after the freakout, my water breaks as we're settling into bed around midnight. I called the doctor and she told us to go ahead and get moving even though I hadn't had any contractions yet. Right after I got off the phone with her, contractions started. And boy, did they start.
We called our friends Brian and Amy to come over and spend the night with Henry and we didn't even wait till they pulled in the driveway.
When we called them, they were 10 min apart. When we left, they were 7 min apart. By the time we got to the hospital, they were 5 min apart. I called my mom, my dad, and my brother on the way to the hospital but nobody was picking up their phone. It was so bizarre because they usually always pick up. The roads were empty, the hospital was deserted. I remember thinking that it felt like me and Marc were the only two people in the world, driving into the dark night about to welcome our little girl into the world.
I was 4cm when we arrived, so they were able to go ahead and get the epidural cranking. Except you have to wait till you get 2 iv bags of fluid in you before you can get it. Boy, did that take forever! I kept asking Marc, "How's my bag? How's my bag?!" Because it hurt so much worse than with Henry.
And I soon knew why. The epidural was in a whopping 10 minutes and I felt this EXTREME contraction. I remember actually saying, "Whoa" like in slow motion and asking the nurse to see what was going on. Basically....it was already time to push. 10 minutes of drugs. That's it! So, I consider that I did most of the work natural.
And then she was here! My girl. And we were overwhelmed. How could it be? The girl that I had wished for, hoped for, prayed for. My future best friend, shopping partner, and confidante. All my wildest dreams had come true.
Having a baby is truly a miracle. I will never forget that day and the absolute pure joy of ushering our sweet Lily Belle into the world. My life changed in an instant, for the better, forever.
First pic of me and my girl
3 minutes old
3 months old
Love, Lyndsey
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