Our beautiful baby girl has finally arrived. Following in Sam's footsteps, she was 10 days past her "estimated" due date and kept us all on pins and needles for weeks! My labor with her was so different from Sam's! The day before my due date, I woke early morning with contractions. After having several, I decided she was coming that day, got up and started packing the hospital bag. Within an hour, the contractions faded and left me a bit disappointed! Over the next 10 days, we had a few other "false alarms" (I never had any false alarms with Sam!). I have to admit I felt a bit discouraged at times but usually the feeling passed pretty quickly.
Sunday morning, January 20th, I woke up to contractions around 2 or 3am. I kept trying to sleep through them, as they were 10-20 minutes apart. I finally got up and did the whole "packing the suitcase" routine and they never got any closer together (or any stronger). We decided to just go about our day--a few errands, including playtime for the boys at the mall and lunch at Jason's Deli. After naps, we took the kids up to Gymboree to celebrate our friend Tripp's 4th birthday. The contractions continued, still spread apart but strong. After the birthday party we went to my parents for dinner and decided to leave the boys for the night- at this point I was convinced she would be here soon!
Contractions became a steady 10 minutes apart, and a bit stronger. When Scott and I got home, we finished up a few things around the house. Around 9:30, things had slowed again and I was exhausted so I decided to try to lay down for a bit--and my body actually cooperated and let me get some much needed rest! I woke around 1:30 with a contraction...then another...and another...strong and coming 2-3 minutes apart. I got up and they kept coming so we dressed quickly and left for the hospital. When we arrived at triage (after having completely forgotten to call the doctor on call--fortunately he was already there for another mama!), I was 6cm, 90% effaced and the contractions were getting stronger. We were moved to our labor & delivery room around 2:45 and the nurse put in my hep-lock (quick access to the vein in case of emergency) just as things started to get crazy.
Julia Jane was born at 3:36am, weighing 7lbs14oz (I estimated 6.5lbs before birth!) and measuring 21.75inches--bigger than both of her brothers! My labor was amazing, with less than 20 minutes of it being "unbearable". This picture was taken 2 minutes after birth. She latched on and nursed like a champ.
The scales have switched to metric...apparently 3.56kg equals 7lbs14oz :)
First bath (clearly not a fan)
Proud daddy
Grammy came to visit, without the boys
"Aunt" Maggie
I can't resist the pink bows...
Julia nursed most of the day--and took a few good naps. She rocked her first night--slept from 10pm-12am, 1am-3:15, and then 4am-7:45 so we were able to get some much needed rest! I'm up, about and feeling great (aside from the "deflated balloon" feeling--all you moms know what I'm talking about!)
Due to the flu outbreak, children under 18 were not allowed in the hospital so the boys could not come visit. We did Facetime with them and they enjoyed seeing their sister...and had a blast staying with grammy and grandpa. Due to the visitor restrictions, and ease of delivery, we requested (and were granted) 24 hour discharge--we are all settled at home! In addition, I'm feeling extremely blessed as all 3 children have been sleeping for the past 3 hours! (Hence, me actually doing a timely blog post--might be the first time ever!--and possibly the last time too)
Pictures of the boys meeting Julia coming soon...