Today is our hmmmm....the 2nd night in our home, yes, 2nd. All the days seem to be running together. I find myself asking Chad aka Daddy everyday, "What day was Avery born?". I know, seems strange to me too. I feel like I have been thrown into a world I never knew would be SOOOOO good. Avery was born February 23, 2011. She weighted 8 lbs 10 oz and was 20 1/2 inches long....basically too long for the birth canal. So, the Dr. had me admitted into the hospital 5 days after my due date for what he said would probably lead to a c-section....and it did. I had always told myself either way, c-section, natural, or with the help of an epidural, I would be okay with it however, I never imagined the other possibility. When I went in for the c-section the spinal did not work and I could verbally tell the Dr. that I felt everything he was doing. (starting to operate/cut/pinch, etc) Also, at this time Chad had yet to arrive in the operating room. So, not long after the Dr. realized I could feel "things" he told one of the nurses to get Chad and then the next thing I remember, I was on a "spaceship" spinning. I knew somewhere deep in my mind that I was put "under" and I couldn't understand why or what was happening. It was NOT a good feeling. When I woke up in recovery I was alone. NO baby, NO husband, NO family. Just a nurse asking "How do you feel?" All I can remember is asking over and over, "where is the baby?" "Where is my husband?" "Is he with her?". I felt awful, like I had missed my first child's birth. I find myself asking now, WHY didn't the dr. tell me he was putting me asleep?????!!!!! I knew from taking a birthing class with Chad that recovery would last an hour. So, I kept asking the nurse how long I had been back there. Well, when almost 3 hours past I began to think all kinds of awful thoughts. "Will the baby feed?" "Will she not know who I am?" "Was she alone crying in the nursery?" ALL kinds of crazy things. Meanwhile, I could hear the nurses answer the phone
several times telling Mr. McLamb (Chad) "We are waiting for transportation to pick her up, it won't be too much longer"
Well, by 12:30 I FINALLY had Avery in my arms. Most of the beginning of that day is still a little bit of a blur BUT, I HAD MY LITTLE GIRL and that was all that mattered. She was healthy, big and healthy, 10 fingers 10 little toes and she was all OURS!!! God is GOOD all the TIME!!!
Of course, there were several other events that happened throughout our 4 days in the hospital some exciting, (family and friends) some scary, (Avery aspirating and turning blue) some funny, (Avery pooping out so much green she looked like a frog) but most importantly, I watched everyday our " little family growing". Chad and I were a team. A team that had to work together to get Avery fed, cleaned, and asleep. Was it easy, NO! But, it was in those 4 days, I knew Chad and I could do ANYTHING as long as we were together. God could not have given me a more AMAZING husband and now little girl. This is more than I could ever ask for!!!! Throughout the last several days Chad has been here to tell me just how good he thinks I am doing, and how much he appreciates even the things he doesn't really understand, like breastfeeding.
He is my rock, and what keeps me going. And, of course, my sweet little Avery.
