Life does not get any better than this! Our angel girl arrived on Saturday at 1:36 in the afternoon in the St. George hospital. She was 7 lbs, 7 oz, 20 inches long. The labor was honestly, not bad! I actually keep running it over in my mind. It's like reading a book, I get so excited when I get to my favorite part- when the doctors laid her on my chest- still purple and gooey, and I just about died of bliss. She was so beautiful- and she's mine! Josh and I couldn't have shared a more perfect moment on earth.
Josh and I had just had our last normal Friday night together- we ate at Larsen's Frostop, watched a movie on our laptop, and then about 1am, I laid down to go to sleep. My contractions had been painful all day, but just when I was planning on getting some rest, they started getting regular in their timing. I packed my things and cleaned the kitchen a little since I couldn't sleep anyway, then woke up Josh.
So, I decided to take the next hour walking the halls and doing squats through my contractions (usually I couldn't move or talk through them, but forcing myself to squat actually seemed to relieve some of the pain!) and then I was ready for the epidural. I loved it! I was able to get some sleep (even though it made my whole body itchy...) and I was able to relax and kind of enjoy the moment.
Luckily, it didn't slow the labor down much, (with the help of pitocin of course) and slowly but surely, I continued to dilate. I started noticing pain coming back to one side though, and I told the nurse about it (all of my nurses I thought were great, except this one) and she said oh let's just give you some more juice, which just made my numb side numb-er, and the hurting side kept increasing on the pain scale. We finally put our foot down and told her to get the anesthesiologist to come fix it. Right as he arrived I was going through the worst pain I'd ever experienced, but within a minute or two, the pain went from a 10, to a 6, to a 3, and then back to that delightful "0".
They cleaned her up and we got right into feeding- which was so cool. I guess baby girls get a lot of adrenaline so they are able to feed pretty easily that first time. It's been a roller coaster with nursing since then, but I'm glad we know how good it is for our babies. (My grandma was saying at the time her kids were born that formula companies would send the message you were barbaric to try to breastfeed your baby- babies need more than you can give them, don't deprive them- sad she missed out on the cool experience... even though the pain sometimes is worse than a lot of my labor pains.)
We stayed at the hospital for a couple of days which I really liked. So many professionals to help with all of our questions, good food is just brought to you, it's one more day to help get you on your feet before you're on your own. My family came and visited 4 times before they headed back to Salt Lake. My dad and brother cried when they left cause they were going to miss Abby. (There's a dominant crying gene in the family. I've cried at least a couple of times every day since her birth).
It was so exciting coming home. I felt like every car was going to run into us, though! The world just looks so different now. I'm way more cautious than I've ever been. The nights were pretty rough at first, and though I'm not really getting more sleep, I'm getting used to the routine, and it's got it's perks- I get some quiet time when everyone else is asleep to just hang out with my sweet (or sometimes, fussy) baby.
"There's a few details to remember about your birth, Abby!"