So here we are almost five weeks after Lilly was born,
and I'm just getting around to blogging about her entrance into this World!
Better late than never right? :)
(feel free to skip the writing,...I have a lot to say!)
The night before going in to the hospital.
Porter was excited, but I think Claire knew her world was about to change for good!
The hospital called me the night before to tell me that I was the third induction scheduled the next morning. They start calling at 5 am, and if I didn't hear from them by 10 am to call them! Not really something you want to hear. (With Porter and Claire they told me an exact time to come in 7:30 am for both) So I was pretty bummed out thinking that they weren't going to call me in the morning. So Mark, My mom and myself stayed up talking...thinking that we wouldn't get called and that we wouldn't go in until the afternoon sometime! NOT SO...I got a call at 5:40 am from the hospital asking for me to be there by 7 am. So I was tired, and shocked, but the adrenaline was starting to come. Jumped in the shower and hurried to get Porter and Claire up, fed and dressed. My mother-in-law took them for the day, which they couldn't have been happier about, which made it much easier to leave them!
On our way to the hospital!
The waiting game!
We arrived at the hospital at about 7:15. By 8:30 I was all hooked up. I was at a 3+ and 70% effaced. I was just waiting for Dr. Terry to come break my water. (with Porter and Claire I arrived at the hospital at 7:30, Dr. Terry broke my water by 7:50, had the epidural by 9:30 and both babies were born by 11:30 am, give or take a few minutes!) So I expected it to be the same this time around. NOPE! I didn't get my epidural until 11:50 (before my water was broken) and Dr. Terry didn't come in until 1:25 pm. So there was a LOT of waiting around. It was fun to chat with my sister, mom and Mark, but after a while we were all kind of getting bugged that things weren't progressing! After breaking my water (like I had expected) I was ready to push a couple of hours later. At 3:35 pm baby girl was born. Weighing 7 lbs. 14 oz and 19.5 in. long.
She was beautiful! I was more emotional this time around! I was just happy to have her here safe and sound and in my arms. I was a little shocked (and still am) that my second girl looks like my son and not my daughter...go figure!
It was also weird not to have a name picked out for her. (with Porter and Claire we knew the name almost immediately after finding out the sex). So we just called her baby girl until Mark and I could agree. He loved the name Lucy and I loved the name Paige. And we were both vetoing each others choice. The name that we did agree on was Elizabeth! So for a couple of hours we called her Elizabeth...but for some reason this just didn't feel right. So we slept on it for a couple of nights!
Mark, My mom, Aunt Lilly, and my sister in law Amanda
(sad that she had to leave before we took the picture)
were all in the room when Lilly came.
Porter and Claire first meeting their new sister.
They loved her from the beginning...
Porter said "Mom, having a new baby sister is so fun!"
Claire said "Is my baby born yet?" and "I wanna hold my baby!"
Claire did NOT like that I had to stay in the hospital, she would cry when they had to leave, which broke my heart!
Hospital Days
This is one of my favorite things about giving birth-being in the hospital.
I love everything about it!
I sort of don't even mind being woken up five times in the middle of the night by nurses!
In the hospital we were all just sitting there, when this man came and started washing the window...on the outside! we were on the third floor, so he was pretty high, and it was actually really cool to witness.
On our way home.
So about the name...
We were so back and forth. It was really annoying to be in the hospital, to be feeding your baby, changing her diaper and not knowing her name. I remember feeding her and looking down asking myself "what is your name baby?" Well the morning I was to leave, Mark came the room and we hashed it out. One of us said "how about Lilly?" (which was a contender, a couple of months before, but kind of forgotten). And that just felt right. The question was should we name her Elizabeth and just call her Lilly? In the end we decided if we are going to call her Lilly, why not just name her Lilly...so that's what we did. She is still named after my twin sister, which is what I wanted from the beginning, either as her first or middle name. It felt so good and was such a relief to write Lilly Christine on the Birth Certificate form.
And so you have it...the Birth story!
Fast forward a couple of weeks,
and one things for sure...Lilly is LOVED!
She will be 5 weeks on Tuesday, and we're still worried about her weight!
At two weeks she had dropped a whole pound, down to 6 lbs 13 oz. and five days later was at 6 lbs 10 oz. So weird when I can hear her drinking and she has regular diapers and nothing else seems to be wrong! The Pediatrician was more worried that I would lose my milk, because I guess she wasn't draining me completely. So I've had to pump after I feed her, to make sure my milk keeps coming...just what I've wanted to do! ha!
Other than that small detail, She is the sweetest little girl. I just love her! Not like I've loved my other two newborns. Don't get me wrong, I love Porter and Claire to death, but I guess I just know that this newborn stage doesn't last, so I'm trying to soak it all in.
So blessed to have added another sweet spirit into our family!
We Love you Lilly Christine...
