Even though yesterday I compared delivery day to a marathon, now that I think about it, it was really less of a marathon and more of finally spotting the finish line. Going into labor was pure joy for me. And my come-to-Jesus moment earlier in the morning when I discovered that I really did want to have this sweet baby was just icing on the cake. I suppose that's one upside to having prenatal depression: labor and delivery is a relief. Finally! I thought, I don't have to be pregnant anymore!
But just to prove that I wasn't smiling the whole time, I give you a picture of me going through a contraction.
See? I wasn't a cheerleader the whole time...just most of the time. (And notice my fingers on my arm? That's me distracting myself from the pain.)
At 11:15 am I called my dad. Get the girls ready, I told him.
And then we all geared up to meet Adelynn.
Adding a little bit of "excitement" to the event was that my nurse was concerned about meconium aspiration syndrome, which can cause respiratory problems in the baby. Nurse Galina called in a team of doctors who lined the wall as I did my deep breathing, waiting for Addie's arrival. It did unnerve me a little bit because I felt like I needed to get the job done so the doctors could be on their way. What a crazy thing to worry about.
About 11:25 I decided to make an effort to get Addie from being in my tummy to being in my arms. Because I had a serious laceration during Sydney's delivery, then my policy for Jules and Addie was to practice laboring down rather than work too hard at pushing. This definitely doesn't make the delivery go faster, but it seems to really work for me and my post-labor recovery. Also, it isn't so exhausting.
Thirty-five minutes of deep breathing (I don't hold my breath for pushing...it's counter-intuitive to how I breathe), and then there she was.
Our Adelynn. Born at high noon.
She was perfect, although quiet. The doctors didn't quite want to leave until they heard her give a nice bellow, but the most she could muster out was a squeak. It was good enough, and in the end we didn't need the team of doctors. We didn't need anything except our sweet baby.
I wanted to immediately start nursing her. I wanted to hold her forever. I wanted to tell her that we'd had a rough go of it for the last few months, but we were okay now. Instead, I just smiled at her, kissed her forehead, and told her I loved her. Then I was persuaded to let the doctors weigh and measure her.
I love Jason's face in this picture. It's exactly what we were all feeling. Love and wonder, people. Love and wonder.
And next to Jason, my personal hero of the day was Megan.
She was amazing. (She eventually left for the afternoon to go back to her family, but when she came back to the hospital, she brought us dinner from Olive Garden. Including, by special request, TIRAMISU! I got TWO pieces of TIRAMISU! Seriously. Megan's the bestest.)
Eventually we got our sweet baby back.
And after I filled her tummy with milk, and her ears with words of love and sweetness, she made the rounds.
And my mom called my dad (who was still at the church picnic) and gave him the news. Sarah captured that moment.
I can't quiet describe that moment where my heart was transformed to being overflowing with love for this little person. All I can tell you is that I had a really hard pregnancy, where I couldn't imagine myself loving this new baby. And then in the blink of an eye, on September 12, my heart grew and embraced her with more love than I have words for.
Of course it would be that way. Of course I would love her. And I shouldn't have been surprised, except...I was.
It's no wonder I'm smiling in all my labor and delivery pictures.
I'm someone who went through hell and couldn't wait to finally look on a face from God.
It wasn't easy, Baby, but you were worth it. You were so totally worth it.
Tomorrow? Photos of the big sisters meeting the little sister.