Monday, August 29, 2011
On your birthday
This pregnancy was so different from Elle's. With this pregnancy, I was more sick in the first couple months and a lot less tired in the last trimester. I had gone back and forth if I wanted to try for a vbac or not. I talked to a lot of people who had done both and heard from women who liked the vbac and who didn't. Surprisingly there were a lot of women who said they'd take the c-section. I will probably never know what I'd prefer because apparently my body doesn't give me the option. My doctor said my uterus is most likely tilted and doesn't allow my babies to descend. I wonder what would happen if I was born 100 years earlier and a c-section was not an option. Maybe I don't want to know.
Needless to say, I tried and tried to go into labor on my own. Hikes, garlic pizza, curb walking, you name it I tried it. One false alarm and A TON of braxton hicks later, I reached my due date. By that time though, I was over the c-section worries and i just wanted to hold you in my arms. Daddy took the day off work, we ran a couple of errands, tidied up the house and packed up the car. Grandma came over to watch Elle and bring her to the hospital after the delivery. Once we stepped into the labor and delivery unit I started getting a little nervous about all the needles they were poking me with and the fact that I was about to be cut open. I got into my hospital gown and your dad got into his scrubs and hair net and they wheeled me back into the operating room. I sat on the table about to get the spinal tap and got very nervous and a little scared. Your dad was there for me 100% though. He started talking about what we were going to name you and about what we thought you'd look like. He was smiling and so happy and it helped take my mind off of my anxities. Almost instantly my whole lower body went numb and Dr. Terry and his staff were right there beginning the surgery. They asked me if I wanted a mirror to watch what was happening, I politely declined-and by politely I mean I looked at them in horror and quickly blurted out, "No!...thank you."
Then the nurses and staff all helped us vote on a name for you. At that time we were debating, Amelia, Scarlett, and Claire. Most people voted Amelia and Dr. Terry was the only one who voted Scarlett. At the time I was leaning towards Amelia. One of the nurses commented, "Your the happiest person I've ever operated on!" I thought to myself, 'that's because I didn't take the mirror option.' I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been the happiest patient if I had known what exactly was going on down there.
Then like magic, Dr. Terry held you up and said, "Here she is!" All I saw was a giant head full of hair. I was shocked! There was just so much hair! I simultaneously started laughing and crying. It was pure happiness.
You had a lot of fluid in you and so you didn't really cry. The nurse kept suctioning you out and called dad over to help. He called out, " She's so cute!" and all the nurses and doctors kept talking about how cute you were and how no one could believe how much hair you had. They put up the mirror at that point so I could watch them weigh you and clean you off.
Then daddy handed you to me and I put you on my chest and told you I loved you over and over again. Your birth will always be one of my happiest memories.
Then they wheeled us back to our room and you met your big sister, Elle. She loved you right away and proudly exclaimed to every nurse that came by, "That's my baby sister!" and you wouldn't stop telling them that until they properly acknowledged you.
The rest of the week at the hospital consisted of lots of visitors and LOTS of time considering names. We later learned that Amelia means "no limbs." So that name was quickly disregarded. I had loved the name Scarlet all throughout my pregnancy but dad was worried people would call you Scar for short. He and Elle liked the name Eva. So we compromised, Scarlett Eva and now we call you both names. Daddy said he now likes Scarlett best but calls you Lettie for short. Elle calls you Evie. And we all can't get enough of you.