So, Friday night we went out with my parents and the girls to celebrate our anniversary. We went to Rustler's Rooste located at Pointe South Mountain. They have a steer outside, a slide to get to the dining room, great food, live music, and for us a night of surprises, laughter, and so much fun!
I am more in love with this man now than I was 10 years ago. He is a wonderful husband and an amazing Daddy. He loves me unconditionally and gives so much to this family. He supports me in all that I take on- a great cheerleader! He works so hard to provide for our family.
The girls checking out the huge steer outside the restaurant.
Emma joined the party near the end.
My mom convinced the girls that we had to feed one another the eclair cake like we fed one another at our wedding. We reluctantly did-the things you do to please your kids.
Going down the slide to get to dinner!
Our view from the table-Camelback Mountain.
Mayah was so snuggly with Grampy!!
I love this one....10 years ago I danced with him at my wedding and here we are my Dad dancing with my daughter!
Listening to the live music
Enjoying a piece of fry bread
On this particular day she wore purple goggles for half of the day. Just being silly and she knows it. I love how her personality keeps developing and coming through more and more each day. There are a lot of things that are tough about a two year old, but so many things that outweigh those times.
We are so very proud of our little ballerina. She was amazing in her performance this year and I could really tell the growth from last year. I love that she can memorize the dance from the get-go! When she is on stage you can really tell that she loves what she is doing.
So, Sunday I made sure to tell the doctor on call that I was going to be ready to leave Monday. He got all the paperwork ready. A major plus was seeing my own OB before leaving since I knew he was on call Monday...the day we were supposed to come in and have our sweet Emma Lynne.
One great blessing on Monday was the nurse, Diane from Long Island originally, who took out my staples. David and I were talking with her while she was removing them and telling her that at the time she was getting us ready to go home we were supposed to be checking in...the paperwork was in my bag! She said, "The best part is that she was born on her birthday; on the day she was supposed to be born." Tears flowed. She was right. Emma Lynne came on her day. Beautiful.
Here is Daddy with his 3 helpers getting baby sister ready to come home.
Everything about this was wonderful!!! All three wanted to hold Emma! Chiara just has mothering instincts, Mayah enjoys saying shhhh to comfort sister, and Leah just loved being the newest big sister. It brought me so much joy watching them.
Chiara having cuddle time with Emma on Sunday.
Our repeat c-section was scheduled for Monday, June 6th. I have never gone into labor early and Chiara’s dance recital was being held June 3rd and 4th, and I did not want to miss being involved with that. I was “taking it easy” as much as possible the closer we got to her delivery date…as much as one can who already has 3 young children and we had just moved!
I awoke at 5:00AM on Friday the 3rd and thought it was strange that I was so awake. By 6:00AM I knew why. While David was on the phone for his morning meeting I had a really rough contraction-not my average Braxton hicks. I went to the bathroom and sure enough, mucus plug had come out (I had to call my dear friend Stephanie to verify). I just knew this was going to turn into something. I told David and the look on his face said that he knew too. We went about the day, sort of preparing and sort of ignoring. The contractions were rough at times so I asked David to come home early. My friend Stephanie suggested a bath. It took everything away…..for about an hour. We asked my parents to prepare to baby when they came to the recital that evening.
When I spoke to my OB on the phone (a major perk of your husband being friends with him) he said he expected to see us at the hospital that evening. I was so glad he was on call…God really ordains everything!
We made dinner, ate with my parents, and then the 7 of us piled into the Armada and headed to the recital just before 6:30PM. It was a rough hour…contractions every 7 minutes. I was so happy that I did not have one during Chiara’s performance. She did such a great job!! At intermission we left. By the time we got home around 8:30PM the contractions were at 4-5 minutes apart. Every time my Dad put up the count on his fingers my head just went further and further into disbelief. The planner in me was upset. I had to kiss the girls goodbye from downstairs (there was no way I was going up and down!). The tears flowed. First from Chiara, then from Mayah. Chiara did not want me to go and was concerned. I knew they were both very tired. It pained me to leave them. Mayah made herself so upset that she threw up….great, even harder to leave. Four minutes apart…..David said we had to go.
The 35 minute ride to the hospital was rough. I felt every bump and I am fairly certain I yelled at David for touching my hand. I was pleased to get a text from my mom that all 3 girls were asleep. I could relax a little about that now. We arrived at Chandler Regional around 10:00PM. They took us in right away and I was happy that David had text the doctor-they were ready for us. When they checked me I was 2 cm and 80% effaced. It was time to head in to surgery.
On the way in to the OR I spoke with my anesthesiologist about throwing up at the beginning of each surgery. He felt up to the challenge to see that did not happen. I was not convinced, but liked that he seemed to enjoy the challenge. I hate the feeling I have before surgery. It’s like an internal shaking. I sat there ‘indian style’ on the operating table, leaned over a pillow, warming blanket on, and holding on to my sweet nurse, Kim. I did a breathing exercise that we had done in the bible study I go to every Tuesday night where you breathe in and out the Name of the Lord, Yahweh. I was calm and relaxed. Such peace.
When David came in I felt even better. I looked at him though and said, “Isn’t this surreal?” He completely agreed, which was so very comforting. I held his hand almost the entire time until they took our little girl out. I never threw up; I felt so peaceful the entire time.
Emma Lynne was born at 11:39PM on Friday, June 3rd . Hearing those first cries just takes my breath away. She was 7 pounds 14.5 ounces and 20 inches. Her apgar scores were 9 and 9. Amazing. I knew she was awake before her birth (she was always up until 11:30PM) and soon I would know how long I could be up for! I had her in my arms just before 1 AM and she nursed immediately. I love that David tells them no “goop” on the eyes until she has been fed! He rocks! She nursed like a champ and then proceeded to stay at the breast until sometime later….much later that morning. I had been up for over 24 hours, but did not care. She was perfect.
In my next posting I will write more about the few days that followed and her sisters getting to meet her!