All week long I was anticipating the arrival of our little girl. Her due date could not have been more perfect (as far as December due dates go), school would be finished, Christmas preparations complete, and Daddy would be home from work. But, of course, I wouldn't mind if she had come a little bit earlier.
I woke in the middle of the night to howling winds and the same faint contractions that I'd endured for two nights. I tossed and turned for the rest of the night. My hips were sore and I was already so tired. I couldn't help but wish that the baby had come the day before, and not so close to Finley's birthday. I woke feeling exhausted and chilled, but hopeful to have a babe in arms by days end.
All day long I had contractions, but nothing consistent or overly painful. I began to feel a bit discouraged as the day went on. Soon it was mid afternoon and pretty much nothing was happening. My parents had to head to work, and I didn't anticipate needing them to watch the children, so I waved them off with a smile as my anxiety began to kick in. This baby might come on Finley's birthday, or next week, which would mean closer to Christmas than I had hoped.
Finally, around 5:00pm, things started picking back up again and I was consistently contracting five minutes apart. I grabbed a pen and paper and stood at the kitchen counter, recording each wave as it swept over me. It didn't take long for them to start stretching around my hips, and I embraced each one and let it work its magic. Mr. Stannix noticed me leaning on the counter and asked if we should call the midwife yet, but I still wasn't sure. I had called her so early with Sawyer's birth and ended up laboring in the hospital much longer than I had hoped. I finally called Lisa at 6:30 to let her know that baby was probably on it's way sometime tonight. I still wasn't sure if we should stay or go, so she told me to text her when we decided what we would like to do.
Shortly after my parents arrived home from work, we surprised them with the news that I was in labor. I had been keeping it a secret for the last few days so that I could quietly labor on my own. They happily pulled the littles over to their place and cooked up some pancakes for dinner while we prepared to leave. On the way to town I only had one contraction and worried that things might come to a grinding halt. We arrived at the hospital around 7:30pm and were greeted by a temperature scan and a security guard who escorted us to my room. Lisa had everything ready and was awesome about letting me take my time and get settled. She asked if I wanted to be checked and I wasn't really feeling it. After the next contraction, she chuckled to herself and said, "Okay, I'm going to go and get you admitted." She joked that she was going to be home and tucked in bed before midnight, and it totally made me smile because that was secretly my wish as well.
I paced and walked around for a short time until my water broke and things got a little bit more intense. I began focusing on breathing deeply. My midwife was kind enough to dim all of the bright hospital lights while I closed my eyes and continued to control my breathing. I could hear Mike and Lisa quietly chatting in the background while I alternated between walking and leaning over the bathroom counter. Then I heard Lisa say, "You're sounding kind of 'pushy', I think you should make your way over here so you're closer to the bed when you're ready." She knew exactly what I needed. I could hear her turn on the infant warmer and knew that we were getting closer to meeting this little one. She gently grabbed my arm and led me across the room towards the bed. I prepared my mind for what I knew was coming and let the excitement over meeting this babe prevail over the pain and hard work that was ahead of me. I was determined to have this baby before midnight so that Finley wouldn't have to share his birthday.
I don't recall exactly how long I had to push, but at 8:52pm a beautiful baby girl was placed on my chest! She had decided to come sunny side up (which is why it was such a hard push). The relief and joy that flooded over me was unforgettable. The surge of adrenaline after working so hard. We were covered with warm blankets and then Mike and I gushed over her cheeks and her wrinkled hands, double checked the gender, and soaked her in. I couldn't stop smiling. Those moments right after are my favorite. The wave of emotion and the way Mike strokes my hair away from my face and kisses the top of my head.
I was able to snuggle her as long as I wanted and nurse her for a while. Then I handed her over to Lisa to weigh, measure and check. She was 7lbs 2oz and 20" long. She screamed the entire check-up. I enjoyed my favorite chocolate bar while I watched from the bed. Lisa diapered and swaddled her and passed her to Daddy for some snuggles while I made my way to a nice hot shower.
While Lisa did paper work, I snuggled our girl. Mike and I talked about the few names we had come up with for this little girly. We settled on Lily, a name we've both always liked. We love the Christian symbolism behind this name and the reminder that God is always mindful of us, even in difficult times. For her middle name we chose "Joy", because even the anticipation of her birth brought our family much joy this year.
While Lisa finished up some paper work, I got Lily all dressed and ready to head home. We left feeling overjoyed. On our way home we made a quick stop for fast food and drove the entire way without an radio in the background. It always feels like there's a piece of heaven in the backseat with us when we bring a new babe home. Another one of my favorite moments. We visited with my parents when we arrived and loved hearing the littles reaction when we shared a picture with them earlier. They were all tucked soundly into bed and I couldn't wait for them to meet her in the morning. They had cleaned the entire house so nicely for her arrival.
I tucked into bed and placed Lily on my lap. I couldn't stop staring at her and had to snap a few quick pictures before it was lights out. Camilla was the first one to our bedside in the morning at the wee hour of 5:00am. I turned on my phone flashlight and let her snuggle her baby sister on the edge of my bed. We whispered in the dimly lit room while Daddy slept beside me. Then she went back to bed until the rest of the house woke.