The big day! We went in at 6:30 and waited for doctor to come break my water and see where that went....and we waited some more....
We watched some Tangled, and some random tv...then the doc came to break my water and I tried my best to go into labor on my own.
I walked the hallways...the back of the gown was a bit too revealing so I went with the robe:)
And I did some bouncing on my birthing ball...Still no action. So I got some pitocin and within 30 minutes got my first contraction...and another 2 minutes late and so forth. That stuff works fast! In the past I have had 2 epidural deliveries-one negative and one positive, and also 2 natural births- one amazing and one horribly tiring and painful one...so I was kind of winging it as I went with this one. When I was dilated to a 5 I was having contractions 2 minutes apart but they were manageable. When they got pretty awful asked the nurse to check and was still at a 5, so I ordered the epidural imagining my horrible natural birth of course. Within minutes I am sitting getting a needle in my back and as he is doing so I am getting contractions every 30 seconds and needing to push. My doctor was called quickly and he ran across the parking lot from his office and was there in a few minutes. Epidural guy was rushed and they checked me and discovered I was at a 10 in that short time and ready to push...same thing happened with my last baby. Kind of feel jipped to go through the pain of the labor, still get the giant needle for nothing.
Within minutes and a few pushes my baby girl was born. I can't explain the amazing feeling of seeing her for the first time. Granted she was one of the most beautiful newborns I have had, but it wasn't just that. Being my fifth I have had the same bonding moment with each birth and been amazed, but it was something more with this baby. As I thought about it the next few days I realized why it was so much more with Kennedy.
There was always this little baby girl in my mind before I even had kids. When Maddie was born she was everything to me, but she didn't look like that baby I had pictured previously. I think that image kept coming to me throughout the years because in a "Saturdays Warrior" type of way she didn't want to be forgotten. She almost was in fact. 2 years ago me and Rob made the choice to be complete with 4 kids. I gave away all of my baby and maternity clothes and decided that I will always cherish this time of my life but I also needed to move on and enjoy the new stages of raising our family. I told everyone I was 80% done, but Rob was more 110% he said:)
Then exactly a year ago in April 2012 I got sick...morning sickness sick. My family doctor and OB could find no reason for these pregnancy symptoms. I even had some abnormal bleeding and went into the ER to check for a tubal pregnancy. No one could help me physically but it got me and Rob really thinking...When I got sick that first week and mentioned to Rob I may be pregnant we weren't sad or scared, we were excited. When Rob looked at baby names that same day he read the name Kennedy and I knew that was her. Which logically it didn't make sense because all of our kids are named after capital cities. Logically a lot of things didn't fit. Odd number of kids bothered me. Having 5 kids and 4 rooms...having no baby or maternity clothes...but they were really stupid reasons to not have a baby. I also felt so strongly that it wasn't just any baby. It was that little girl from my dream and her name was Kennedy. So for the first time I really wanted a specific gender in that ultrasound to show up! So much that I prayed, not for the girl, but that if it was a boy that I would be just as accepting...I didn't want to be ungrateful for a boy, but I NEEDED that little girl to come to me and didn't want to have 3 boys to get her here:)
After the initial excitement of thinking of a new baby, I started to cry...something I did in this pregnancy a lot more than any other. In my life were great women, very close to me, trying to conceive and I dreaded hurting them with the news that I was pregnant again. I was anxious over that for months until I got pregnant and into the pregnancy for a long time until miracles occurred and 4 out of these 5 women were blessed with pregnancies and babies of their own.
I was also very anxious during the pregnancy and emotional debating whether or not I could really handle a 5th child. If I would be able to give them all what they needed. The pregnancy in general was one of my most difficult emotionally and physically. I should be experienced as I approached the birth of our 5th but I was more afraid than ever.
But in that moment that they put her on my chest, an amazing feeling rushed through me. In my head I knew IT WAS HER! This baby girl was the girl I had been waiting for to complete my family. To think we were "done" and if I hadn't gotten mysteriously sick and started to contemplate otherwise, and if I hadn't listened to this personal inspiration I was given, then she wouldn't be in our family. Even in just the days she has been with us, I can't imagine life without her.
I have been dreading the sleepness nights I remember with newborns, but as I spend that time with her at night I am just so in love with her and really cherish that quiet time with her. In the day time she is overwhelmed with her daddy and siblings wanting to hold her that I don't get much time with her. Or when I do they are hanging closely nearby to snatch her up, pet her head, kiss her cheeks..:)
She had her first Easter just a few days later. This Easter basket has a funny connection to our "destiny" to have a 5th child as well:) Rob came home a few years ago after I told him to get some cute animal baskets that were on clearance for the kids. We were just planning on 4 kids but he came home with a 5th basket as well. So I joked that we would just have to have a 5th then. Every year since we would run into that 5th basket and I would remind him we still had that extra basket...
Getting the group shot is always hard but this time they were arguing over who got to hold the new baby:)
Although the delivery got a little intense for a bit there, the recovery has been outstanding. I usually am a torn, swollen mess, but only got 1 stitch this time. In the hospital I asked for an ibruprofen a few hours later because the place in my back where the epidural needle had been was hurting. I was home in 24 hours and took baby to doctor for a pku poke the next day and dropped by Smiths for a gift card for my mom for watching the kids on my delivery day. The next day I took the kids to the annual family easter party. Sure I am tired, but I was exhausted being pregnant and now I don't have to carry the big belly around! Carson asked for the first couple days where my big belly went, not making the connection:) I even went on a date yesterday with Rob...I usually hesitate even months after baby is born to leave. Maybe I am finally chilling out with the 5th:) I felt good, baby had pumped milk to hold her for a couple hours and a mother in law I figured would love some baby snuggle time. We went out to lunch and got haircuts together. All was well when I returned. I knew when it was time to go home when my milk surged painfully through my chest:)
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Easter egg hunt |
The girls are great at diaper changing
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Easter morning |
Lining up for Easter baskets
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We have had fun dressing her up |
April Fools day. It has been a busy month for holidays and such but I got the last minute idea to draw mustaches on the kids while the slept. I told Rob and he went in to add a goatee to AJ and angry eyebrows to Maddie:)
Washable marker really doesn't wash off that well....