Thankfully we had a wonderful and fast birth story, and here it is....
Last Monday, on June 18th, I had my scheduled doctors appointment. I was suppose to see Dr. Gilmer, and when I got there they told me that she had been booked up at the hospital all morning and wanted to know if I could come back the next day. I was 40 weeks and 1 day pregnant and I asked if anyone else there could just do a quick check to see if I had dilated anymore from the 2 cm. I was the previous week. They were able to squeeze me in with Dr. Andrews and she told me I was still only 2 cm., but I had went from measuring 38 weeks from the week before to 35, so the baby had dropped. . . yeah! They at first wanted to hook me up to do a non-stress test, but I told them that I am always at least a week late with my babies, the baby was moving great, and I didn't think I needed to do one. They said that was fine, but wanted me to come back on Thursday to do one, and they were going to make sure everything was finalized for my induction the next Monday. I left there thinking it would still be several days before we met our little one, but was hoping and praying that it would be before Monday and I wouldn't have to be induced.
40 weeks & 1 day (and I think my only pregnancy picture with this baby!)
The kids giving the baby kisses right before we put the them to bed around 10:15pm. I had a good feeling we would be heading to the hospital sometime through the night.
It's a GIRL! Right after baby Vada was born.
(Eric and I laughed because on the time stamps from this picture and the previous picture, the one where the kids were kissing my baby belly, it was less than 4 hours!)
The doctors checking out our sweet precious baby
They suctioned her out, she looked great, and they handed her back to me and she was already rooting and trying to suck on her hands. The nurse asked if I wanted to nurse her, and baby girl instantly latched on. Eric went out into the waiting room to tell my mom to come in and he said it was very odd to walk into the waiting room and to see only her, because with the other 3 we had a waiting room full of people. She finished nursing and then daddy got to hold his baby girl for the first time:
Look at her looking at her daddy!
It was just a few minutes later that my dad came in and then we were all busy trying to think of a girl's name! The nurses brought the scales in to weigh and measure her at this point and she was 7 pounds, 8 ounces, and 19 inches long. The smallest of the 4!
7lbs. 8 oz. 19 inches
My mom had left the hospital around 3:30-4:00am (I think??), to check on the other 3 (my sister, Jessica, had come up and stayed while my parents came to the hospital) and dad and I went through TV shows, Bible names, names of people we knew, etc. trying to think of girl names while Eric was sitting up in a chair snoozing on and off (he had been up since 5, so it had been almost 24 hours he had been awake). Eric and I were pretty sure that if the baby was a boy we were going to use the name Graham, but we seriously had nothing for a girl's name! Dad left around 5 (I still had no clue of a name for baby girl), and I rested (notice I wrote "rested" and not "slept"!) for an hour or two. I knew that maybe one of the kids would be awake at this point and was so excited for them to come to the hospital, so I called mom to talk to them. Mom was going to wait until they got to the hospital before letting them know if they had a baby brother or sister, so once they woke up and heard the baby was here, they were ready to come meet him or her! I hope I never forget how excited they were, especially Jackson with his little red "Jackson" backpack on paired with a huge grin, when they came into the hospital room. He ran to the bed and said, "What is the baby?" We said, what do you think the baby is, and of course he said boy. I shook my head and told him no, it was a girl. He put his hands over his eyes and buried his head into the bed for a few seconds trying to fight back the tears. He never did let one shed and then he looked up and said, "Mommy, you have to have one more baby and it will be a boy!" Right after that he asked if he could hold her and decided it was perfectly okay that he was mommy's only little boy!
Jackson holding baby sister #3!
Ansley as first was very quite, but I think that she was just concerned as to why I was sitting in that strange bed. She soon wanted her turn to hold the baby and instantly became known as the "baby hog." She didn't want to let her go and would almost start crying when we would make her hand the baby over to others that wanted to meet her. She was already my big helper!
Ansley takes her role at being the big sister serious!
Elsie wanted to hold her from the second she saw her and kept saying, "Baby! Baby! Look at the baby!"
Elsie is now a big sister! Kisses for her baby sister.
Our family of 5 easily adjusted to a family of 6!
We had so many wonderful family and friends that came to visit with us and meet baby Vada in the hospital, and she slept through almost all of the excitement! :) We loved having the company and loved that everyone was helping us try to decide on a name! My sisters and cousins spent quite a while with us looking through baby name books (which is just way too overwhelming!), list of names on different websites, etc. By Tuesday night we had a list of 4 names, first and middle, that we were debating on.
You know when baby girl didn't want to sleep, though. . . Tuesday night. She decided that she wanted to stay up all that night and let mommy and daddy pull another all nighter, for the second night in a row! I told her that it was okay, but let's get out of this habit very soon! Maybe she was just wanting to stay up and hear what her name would be???
Wednesday morning they asked if we wanted to go home that day, and I think Eric and I both had answered "YES!" before they could even get the entire question out. My doctor came and released me, and then the pediatrician came by to release Vada (who was still baby girl at the time) all before 10:00 am. The pediatrician said that he does not like to release babies until they have a name, so he wanted us to decide on a name before we could go home. He left and I looked at Eric and said, "just choose one"! He always says I am the indecisive one (which is very true), but when it comes to names for our kids he is equally as indecisive as I am. :) He said that he honestly didn't care, so I grabbed a pen and wrote down the first name on our list, Vada Belle, onto the birth certificate papers. I've always loved the name Vada ever since I watched "My Girl" when I was little, and Eric and I had it on the list of names when we were pregnant with Ansley and Elsie, so I decided it was time to finally use it. The night before when my cousins were helping us think of some name choices, Eric had said "Vada Belle" and we all thought it sounded cute together... so that is where the Belle came from! (Ansley was excited that her favorite princess was in her baby sister's name- ha!). We gave the paper to the nurse so they could make it "official," and we were more than ready to take our Vada Belle home.
Ready to go home!
She looked so tiny in her car seat.
When we got home Mom, Jessica, Tiffany and her girls were at the house playing with the other three, so Vada had a wonderful crew welcoming her home:
Once we got home daddy and Jackson went down to work in the garden for a little bit, Elsie of course ran to play in the creek but Vada and I decided we would take it easy for a day or two, and Ansley stood over us just watching over her baby sister.
Then we came in and it was time to get ready for bed.
Vada's first night home! Wednesday, June 20th, 2012
At bedtime when we were saying our prayers, of course all the kids included Vada Belle when we asked them what they were thankful for that day. That night, I was so thankful for the smooth and fast labor and delivery, the great doctors and nurses that helped bring Vada into this world, my wonderful & supportive husband that helps me get through everything, my mom, dad & sisters that help take care of the other 3 kids so that I don't have to worry for a second if they are alright or not, all of our family and friends that came to visit or called to say congrats on our newest little angel, and most of all for this:
My 4 little, precious blessings!!!