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Be there or be a loser.
The day Emilia arrives. For posterity’s sake.
I had my 40 week prenatal apt on Wednesday, March 20th. I felt super. Jen (our midwife) thought we’d see each other next week. I woke up Thursday morning, 3.21 at 4:30am with severe back pain. I cleaned the kitchen, bla bla bla, and realized I was having contractions. Mucus plugged came out in that time frame (super gross!). We walked the dogs around 7:30am. By 9:30am I was on all 4’s with contractions. Kimmy, the ultra-doula was updated. I got in the tub, I hung around. Kimmy came over around 12, or 2-ish? But I was definitely sans pants by the time she arrived. Kimmy had the hands of an angel. She rubbed my back HARD with every contraction. Jen came around 4pm. The back rubbing continued…birthing continued. I knew my parents were flying in on Friday, March 22nd. This went on for hours. My water broke somewhere in there. Kimmy, Ian & Jen were all in the shower with me at some point (clothed).
I started pushing at some point in the process, and before I knew it, I heard her ask Ian, “Are you ready to catch your baby?” And, then there is a baby on me, at 3:15am. It was an out of body experience. Surreal. Unreal. Amazing. There she was. The assistant midwife, Maren, said, “That’s an 8 pounder!” This was shocking, because I was told she MAY be 6 pounds. I had an ultrasound at 36 weeks, where she measured 4lbs, and one at 39 w 5 days where she measured 6ish. Over 8lbs, and over 21″ long. God and baby surprised us all. Especially with all of her dark features!
If I could give birth everyday, I would. It was unbelievably empowering, amazing, and quite frankly, easier than 41 weeks of pregnancy. Bark for 14 weeks, I can do without.
She’s by far the best gift we’ve ever been given. I prayed for a healthy, happy & joy filled little girl, and I got one.
She is named after my sister, Emily, and dad’s mom, Margaret Caroline.
I’m copying this gal’s Christmas card idea.
Merry Christmas, from the Heben-Scotts. I hope your home and hearts are filled with as much joy and anticipation as ours are.
He’ll probably try sledding in 20-13.
I’ll continue to leave clean laundry out for days/weeks. And Nate will continue to sit like he owns the place.
We will NOT be adding any new cats to the fam anytime soon.
This isn’t working very well, because we never photograph ourselves. Better luck next year!
I am sickened, and heart broken over the 20 kids and 6 adults that were murdered in Connecticut, AT SCHOOL, on Friday. I can not fathom burring my child/loved one on Christmas, instead of talking about Santa Claus.
I read the story of Jesus’ crucifixion yesterday and realized, this isn’t something new. There have been crazies in the world since the beginning. We are ALL deeply flawed. There’s no comfort in that.
I bought a new brassiere today. 36G. Original size, 32dd.
I don’t know what is scarier.
This is obviously very important (and not in order of importance or hatred).
1) kissing baby/child on the lips. Ian isn’t so weirded out by it (for reasons I won’t document here), but I will slap any offender across the face. I think it’s absolutely vile. Kiss your spouse on the lips, not anyone else.
2) Pictures of the father doing skin-to-skin contact. Gag me right now. I am just not a fan of male nudity (while I am attracted to men…). This also makes me angry, and disgusted. Please, Angel, Kimmy, anyone else that may attend the birth of my child. I will slice your throat (a promise) if you post or email any picture of Ian shirtless w/baby. I honestly don’t even want to see it, but will allow it. Generous, I know.
3) Gender neutral clothing.
4) People asking me a specific due date….the baby comes whenever he/she comes, what does a date matter? For the record, when people ask, I say mid-March.
5) Being referred to as a ‘mother warrior,’ should I get stretch marks or something. I don’t need or care for some dopey title. Mother is sufficient.
I may think of more…
Originally….is in 10-11 weeks ago, Ian & I both wanted a girl. Only a girl.
On Monday night I reminisced about all the wonderful memories I have with Gavin from 9 years ago. Park fun, zoomars, Disneyland, hose play, naps, blocks, visits with Sarah & Mark Chapman. Every single memory brings tears to my eyes and fills my heart with joy. I adore Gav, Bam & Dane. While my mental design for baby’s room is for a daughter, I will be overjoyed to have a son as well. When we do find out I know I will feel like I won the lottery either way.
And that’s a good place to be.