It's March 31, 2011 and I am one day past my due date. Huge and uncomfortable, all I wanted was this baby out. So, I did what every normal pregnant person does, took the day off of work and walked on the treadmill all morning. I'm not sure if it actually worked or if it was just a coincidence, but I called Alin and told him I think this may be it. The contractions started getting more painful and closer together, but nothing too serious. I thought my water was leaking, so i called the doctor and she said to go to the hospital to get checked. I really didn't want to go to the hospital yet. I thought we were going to get there and they would just send me right home. So, we didn't call anyone to let them know what was going on. The last thing we wanted was a hospital full of frantic people, especially if we were just going to be sen right home. Our phones kept ringing off the hook. So, I'm pretty sure everyone was putting two and two together. We get the hospital and they wire me up. Not much was happening and then all of a sudden...yep, I think my water broke (phew, glad it happened at the hospital and not in my house or car!). The nurse confirmed it, we are having a baby real soon! This is when things started to get really painful. Alin said he went to the car to grab our overnight bag and when he came back I was having a nervous breakdown. Epidural please! Ahh much better. Now to get some sleep, yeah right. It's now 5 a.m. and I'm fully dilated. Time to call the family, we are going to start pushing. Or so we thought. I gave a few pushes but nothing happened so we waited a while longer. By this time the epidural started to wear off, so they gave me a little hit. But not too much I felt so over medicated as it was. So, yes I felt some of the contractions and a lot of pain. Finally after 2 1/2 hours of pushing she was finally here! The doctor confirmed, "it's a girl, and she is big". And on April 1, 2011 Mirabelle was born. Hence my blog...pretty little plum.
8 lbs. 14 oz
April 1, 2011 @ 11:41 a.m.
our new life
The first two or three weeks were the hardest days of my life. Sleep deprived is putting it lightly. How about no sleep. Stressing about breast feeding. Constantly worrying about SIDS. Forgetting to eat. Taking a shower...what's that? This year has been all about baby. Baby needs to eat. Baby needs to sleep. Baby needs to be cuddled. Baby needs a diaper change. Baby needs a bath. And so on and so on and so on. Then it's all of the milestones. Baby rolled over. Baby is sitting up. Baby is eating solid foods. Baby is crawling. Baby is eating finger foods. Baby is pulling up. Baby is cruising. A spontaneous hop in the car is a distant memory. Now there is a checklist, although over time that list has greatly diminished and eventually it will no longer be. The thought of this is bittersweet. This just means she is one year older and one year closer to becoming the person she is meant to be. But it's also one year closer to her not "needing" me. I know that this is a long time away, but it's hard not to think about. So to sum this year up; it has been the hardest, most amazing, something I was completely prepared for yet not prepared at all for, indescribable years of my life.
This year I became a mom.
(p.s. this post was much better the first time I wrote it, but it got deleted! I think you still get the gist.)