This little girl celebrated a birthday yesterday.
It's amazing to me how quickly the last nine years have gone. I don't believe I've ever told the story of her birth on this blog.
After I had Son #2, I never thought I'd have a girl. I saw myself as a Boy Mom only. We had a house full of matchbox cars and dump trucks. I was OK with that. We didn't find out what we were having during our pregnancies, but I was positive #3 was going to be a boy too. I knew I'd be done having kids after that third boy. His name was going to be Harrison with a middle name after my brother.
In my first pregnancy, I was nauseated but never threw up. With son #2, I threw up once. The third time, I threw up for 3 months solid. That should have been my first clue what was coming.
We went in for our scheduled C-Section (the only one of my kids who came as scheduled) on May 16, bright and early. When we arrived, no one could check us in. They were having a code in the nursery and we were told to just hang tight. We sat in a room for the longest time, thankful that it wasn't us who was experiencing a baby in trauma. I calmly crocheted around a baby blanket while I waited.
Eventually, we were told that they had a second emergency and would have to rush another woman into OR ahead of me. Again, I was just relieved it wasn't me. My doctor had arrived by this time, so he, the anesthesiologist, Hubby, and I sat in a room and talked. I got to know them quite well. Finally, they decided the other woman could wait and they started moving very quickly to get me through my C-Section. No one was available to start my IV, so the anesthesiologist did it. She said she hadn't done one in a long time and asked me to be patient with her. She had to run it wide open to get a bag of fluids in me before the surgery. I remember sitting there freezing and shivering. They had to bring me heated blankets.
Finally, the doctor announced he saw a head full of black hair. They saw a face, which they exclaimed to be very beautiful. Then she popped out. Hubby announced, "It's a girl!!!" Saying I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. There were no words to describe what I was feeling. "Don't do that to me...that's not funny!" I said. "Is it really a girl?" He laughed and confirmed that it was. I thought he was joking with me. I then asked the doctor if it was really a girl. He teased me and confirmed her gender. I still was not convinced. I tilted my head up to my new buddy, the anesthesiologist, and asked her if it was really a girl. She agreed with the others. We were friends now, so I knew she would lie to me. I was overwhelmed with emotion.
Happy Birthday, Big Sis!