Lillian was born two weeks early on Sept 3rd 2012. She was due on the 16th of Sept. I had been having braxton hicks contractions off and on for weeks, and had been told at work numerous times every day that I wasn't making it until my Sept 12th scheduled c-section. For some reason, the comments annoyed me and I kept telling everyone, "No, I'll last, I don't go early." Famous last words, huh?
I was scheduled to work until the 7th, and train the fill-in at work for the last three days I was there. Well, Lillian had other plans--ironically, she was concieved on Christmas Day 2011 and decided to arrive on a holiday, Labor Day! The irony is not lost on me, lol.
After having contractions all night long and only two hours of sleep, I woke my DH up at 8 am and told him it was "time." I had called his Mom around 5 am but she didn't show up until 7 am because she didn't really believe it was the real thing. Her doubt made me doubt myself, and I had to keep reminding myself what I was experiencing WAS real, and that I had to trust my gut. (Which funny enough, I sometimes have issues with; even if I believe I know something, if someone doubts me, it makes me have to think it through again, and question myself.)
Anyway, I blabbed to my husband on the drive to the hospital about how I was pretty sure this was it, but of course I couldn't be 100% sure. He kept saying, "well if you're in pain, and it's regular, it's probably the real thing."
Once we arrived, they hooked me up to the baby monitor and checked for contractions. Within minutes, I had confirmation that I was definitely laboring. They checked me and I was dilated, but not by much. Since I'd need a c-section, they started prepping me to get me ready for it. I was really tired from no sleep, and since the drugs always make me tired, I started to dread how much more exhuasted the drugs would make me. I tried to remind myself that this is what I had been dreaming about for months, meeting my daughter at long last, but all I felt was tired and scared of the c-section. I started remmebering the discomfort from my 2nd c-section, and unfortunately, I just felt numb and worried about the surgery.
She was born at 11:12 am, with a very loud sharp "siren" cry. She got very angry when they checked her temperature. They showed me her right after she was born and she was bawling so loudly I couldn't really see who she looked like. I was so out of it from all the drugs that I really didn't even care that I had just had a baby. They handed her to my husband and as I got a chance to look her over, she just looked like such a little alien. I held her, and then discovered after lifting her pink and blue cap up, she had really dark hair--that was another surprise. My sons had brown hair at birth, but the hair fell out and came in blonde later...her hair is definitely the darkest I've had.
She's the easiest baby I've had, as far being really peaceful and good, and not crying except if she's hungry and or poopy diaper, but the worst delivery, as far as recovery goes. I had the worst headache of my life for three days and it really interfered with my enjoyment of my sweetheart. Now that my strength is coming back, I am finally able to enjoy having my daughter.
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DS2 and Lillian
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First Dress
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