Hannah's Birth Story
4/26/2013One of the mom's I talk to on Twitter asked me to help guest on her blog by writing my Birth Stories for the girls. Since my last post included the birth story for Savannah I thought I'd post Hannah's. I love my girls and typing these stories takes me back to that exact day and moment and everything I felt for them and how much it's grown over time. I can only imagine telling them about their birth when they get older and them seeing how emotional it makes me and hope that they know how much I love them and how much I anticipated their arrival into this world.
So here's Hannah's birth story, without further a due:
Hannah's
arrival was probably the most anticipated in family history. Her due
date changed by a month within the first 8 weeks of telling family, she
was a big baby in ultrasounds but a small baby when born. I had
prepared her nursery MONTHS ahead of time, she was due in July and her
"room" was ready in April. I remember obsessing for hours over who she
would be and how much I would love her. At about 28 weeks I was
diagnosed with high blood pressure and needed additional monitoring at
Maternal Fetal offices. By 32 weeks I had been put on bed rest, which
wasn't exactly what my work wanted but oh well, on disability I went.
At
my 36 week check up my doctors decided my blood pressure wasn't going
down and they would induce me at 37 weeks and 3 days. It was nice
knowing that I had a closer due date but I knew that came with it's own
risks. All I could do was wait for the date and see what happens. We
were given an induction time of 1:00 AM on July 19th. The night before
we packed up the bags, got everything ready, car seat an all. We even
had my brother in law meet up with us and we got David his celebratory
drink as a "dad to be". I remember walking out of the restaurant/bar
and a girl making a snide comment of "she's so pregnant, why is she
here?" and our waiter who we had told was like "don't be rude, she's
having her baby tonight and she wanted to get her husband a drink".The first time I held her I was shaking so hard from the drugs, I couldn't stop, I was overwhelmed with emotions. She was so perfect and little and sweet. She cried and cried and cried and finally I said "it's okay Muffin" (that's our nickname for her) and she stopped crying. It was like in that moment she knew she was mine and I was hers and it was okay to just "be" in this moment.
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