6 lbs 12 oz
20 inches long
Having convinced myself that I was going to be overdue with this child, I was unprepared to go into labor (on my own--apparently my body is actually capable of that!) on Sunday. I had contractions all Saturday night (annoying, but not really uncomfortable), contractions all through church (uncomfortable, but liveable), contractions as I sent John out to his moonlighting assignment (45 minutes away), contractions on my Sunday afternoon walk with the girls (quite uncomfortable), contractions when John came home and I was cooking dinner (I couldn't talk through them very well by that point). I couldn't emotionally set myself up for disappointment by considering that I could be in labor EIGHT DAYS EARLY. I was trying to tell John that he was going to be fine a) going in to deliver his patient who was laboring in the hospital, and b) completing another moonlighting assignment in the ER that night. Fortunately, John was better able to contemplate the possibility, and he set up contingency plans for his responsibilities.
Lucky he did. By 7:30, I was pacing the rooms during contractions (in John's words) "like a caged animal". We hurriedly set up child care for the night (thank you, Larisssa!!) and were admitted to the hospital by 8:30. Even as they were putting in my IV (with me jumping off the bed every time a contraction would hit, trying to move my way around the pain), I couldn't believe that I was actually going to have a baby that night. I got my epidural at 9:45 and finally believed it. Also, I finally relaxed. Ahhh. . . epidural.
Relief lasted 35 minutes. Pushed two? three? times with the assistance of my lovely nurse, Cheryl. . .
. . . and met Madeline. My doctor had said, during one check earlier in the process, that this baby was probably going to be bald. He was almost right. :)
Her sisters love her.
We all love her.
What a lucky family we are.