When I finally went up to bed last night, Emma was fussing a little bit so I snuggled in beside her. She sleeps with a night light on so it is fairly bright in there at night. She was asleep for the most part, but I whispered in her ear as we snuggled anyway.
"You have a new baby sister Emma. Tomorrow you get to meet the new baby. "She cuddled into me, and fell into a deep sleep.
I laid there for a few more minutes imagining life with the two girls. It was exciting, and scary at the same time but it wouldn't be long until momma and baby were home and the fun began.
Emma slept in to just before 8am which was good. When she snuck into our bedroom like she does now that she is in her big girl bed, I told her again all about the new baby and that she was now a big sister!
"Baby?" she asked.
"Yup. Baby," I replied with a smile.
We got dressed and had a bite to eat and we were on our way just before nine to meet her new sibling.
It went well. We placed the baby crib on wheels to the side so Eva and Emma could have a few minutes alone, and then Eva asked Emma to look across the room. "Is there a baby over there" she asked her."
"BABY! she exclaimed as she opened her arms to hold her.
She was a little excitable and the gentle thing we are going to have to work on, but she did well. Eva had bought her a new barbie to distract her so once we opened up Emma's present, it was all about the Barbie. I think we spent the remainder of the morning looking for missing shoes and brushes and princess crowns.
Oh no. I am going to be surrounded by dolls and pinks and purples and tea parties and .... Anyone want to watch some football? :)
We headed home around lunch for a bite to eat and a nap, and by 6pm we were back at the hospital. Papa, Nana, and auntie Ber were there this time. It was also time to finally name this little bundle once and for all.
"Abby." It was a name we thought of near the end when we realized this baby was coming sooner than later. I wasn't sure but Emma and Abby seem to go together well. And I am sure they will for many years to come.
Well, I think it's time for an early night tonight. Tomorrow mommy and baby come home and our new life as a family of 6 begins. (we can never forget Tara (Dog) and Teddy (Cat) too. :)
Oh, and Abby was born around 8:30pm on August 11th, weighing in at 7lbs, 14oz. With everything that was going on, I never seen the official time of birth. I know it is pretty close.
Thanks to everyone for all the well wishes. We'll talk soon as we get settled in.
Cheers,
Larry.
Here is a link to a name I had pondered. I forgot a friend named his girl this, and another good friend used this name as a middle name. I had heard this song a month or so ago, and it sounded so pretty. I like Abby too. Her initials are AR. I guess she gets an album now instead of a song. :) It just so happens to be my all time favorite album so that works too.
Abby Rose Pattison. I think I like it.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
It's time
It wasn't long after that second epidural, that my wife decided it was time to push - much to everyone, including the nurses, surprise. There were no doctors around, but everyone agreed it was time.
It was all a blur. After a 24 hour (3 hours of hard labour), first pregnancy, this all seemed all too surreal. It was coming and no sooner had she pushed, there was the baby's head. They say the second time could be easier, and although it had been a painful last hour and these contractions certainly didn't look like a walk in the park, this was going much more smoothly.
No suction cups or threats of forceps or c-sections. It was coming and there was no turning back.
Half-hour. That's all it could have been? And there it was. Our new little baby ....
Well, I'll leave it at that for tonight. Here is a photo of the new addition to our family. I'll add some color and share the name tomorrow. We are still undecided at this time.
I need some sleep! Emma will be up before I know it!
I can't wait to see her with her new ... Baby brother or sister. ;)
It was all a blur. After a 24 hour (3 hours of hard labour), first pregnancy, this all seemed all too surreal. It was coming and no sooner had she pushed, there was the baby's head. They say the second time could be easier, and although it had been a painful last hour and these contractions certainly didn't look like a walk in the park, this was going much more smoothly.
No suction cups or threats of forceps or c-sections. It was coming and there was no turning back.
Half-hour. That's all it could have been? And there it was. Our new little baby ....
Well, I'll leave it at that for tonight. Here is a photo of the new addition to our family. I'll add some color and share the name tomorrow. We are still undecided at this time.
I need some sleep! Emma will be up before I know it!
I can't wait to see her with her new ... Baby brother or sister. ;)
The waiting game
Shortly after the last post, seeing as though not much seemed to be happening, I took a dinner break.
The pitosen was in and we were up to a 10 on the dosage scale. The contractions were there, but my wife says they are nothing too spectacular. I have lost all sense of time, but they start off at a level of two, and go up 2 every half hour so you'll have to do the math.
By the time I finished the last post at dinner time, my sister came in to say Eva was in considerably more pain, and they had put the epdiral in. Here is a link for some background and visuals on epidurals. Yuk! I give my wife lots of credit. I hate needles, never mind one in the back. Hey, I guess if it gets rid of the pain.
I missed the first epidural, but by the time I got back to the room my wife looked like she was in a hundred times more pain than she was when I left the room an hour before.
I wasn't in the room long, before they decided to try a second time as the pain wasn't subsiding. After the second one, it still seemed like the pain was getting worse before it got better.
This time around was much different in many ways.
It's around 7:45pm.
Play Song
The pitosen was in and we were up to a 10 on the dosage scale. The contractions were there, but my wife says they are nothing too spectacular. I have lost all sense of time, but they start off at a level of two, and go up 2 every half hour so you'll have to do the math.
By the time I finished the last post at dinner time, my sister came in to say Eva was in considerably more pain, and they had put the epdiral in. Here is a link for some background and visuals on epidurals. Yuk! I give my wife lots of credit. I hate needles, never mind one in the back. Hey, I guess if it gets rid of the pain.
I missed the first epidural, but by the time I got back to the room my wife looked like she was in a hundred times more pain than she was when I left the room an hour before.
I wasn't in the room long, before they decided to try a second time as the pain wasn't subsiding. After the second one, it still seemed like the pain was getting worse before it got better.
This time around was much different in many ways.
It's around 7:45pm.
Play Song
Walking the halls
The waiting is the worst. We have to stop in the room every half hour for a mini checkup, but other than that we just wonder these halls. You can only admire the pictures on the walls, read the signs, nod at the nurses as you walk past the nurses station. Round, and round, and round. We stopped in to see our guests patiently waiting in the waiting room from time to time, but mostly, we just circled the halls immediately outside Eva's room.
There really seemed to be nothing happening. My wife could feel the contractions but it seemed just a little pressure more than anything else.
"Shhhh...." my wife paused for a mment outside another birthing room down the hall. I listened, confused at what we were stopping for. "Push a little harder," is all I could hear outside some dreadfull sounds of pain.
Eva looked worried. She knew her time was coming soon. She was actually hoping for pain as she seen another woman and her husband walking the halls. She was in a considerable amount of discomfort it seemed.
My wife sounded a bit like a masochist, but as the saying goes, no pain ...
There really seemed to be nothing happening. My wife could feel the contractions but it seemed just a little pressure more than anything else.
"Shhhh...." my wife paused for a mment outside another birthing room down the hall. I listened, confused at what we were stopping for. "Push a little harder," is all I could hear outside some dreadfull sounds of pain.
Eva looked worried. She knew her time was coming soon. She was actually hoping for pain as she seen another woman and her husband walking the halls. She was in a considerable amount of discomfort it seemed.
My wife sounded a bit like a masochist, but as the saying goes, no pain ...
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