Dec 13, 2012
4:22 am
6 lbs, 12 oz and 19 1/2 inches of georgeous perfection
Of course, there's more to the story than just that. Sophie decided to be just like her big brother. The night before she arrived, I got through cutting up my and Dylan's chicken for dinner. Then (at 6 pm) my water broke. Nana fed Dylan while we both tried desperately to reach Jeremy, who had worked a full day and was now helping a friend of ours move. Mom finally got through - Doug answered - and explained that Jeremy needed to come home now. It was a very nerve-wrecking half hour for me while I waited for Jeremy to get home. I mean, come on, the doc had said to "come in NOW." But I wasn't about to let Dylan come to the hospital for that one - he was already upset that I was telling him Mommy had to go to the hospital. He kept saying "no noisy bed" (Dartmouth had the "air" beds that made noise everytime you move and D did NOT like that). Finally, we get to the hospital. I'm hardly diliated and the midwife is hemming and hawing about me going home, fretting over a birth plan and the fact that mine really was as simple as "Keep Sophie safe. Keep me safe. Give me drugs." They claimed it couldn't be that simple. I claimed it could. It was. Jeremy went home to get me food, since I hadn't had the chance to eat, and came back with Mom - Deb had arrived to watch Dylan. This time I got the epidural in a nice timely fashion. Jeremy slept as much as he possibly could (it's amazing how he can sleep anywhere). I got the easiest birth ever. EVER. The midwife wasn't even ready. At 4:15 she said, "okay, you're having a contraction, push" and I did, and she went "Oh!!!" And Mom went "Oh!!" and Jeremy went "Holy SH^%!" Then of course they all tried to tell me everything was fine, that she was fine and I had a minor panic attack. Apparently one push really got things going because only one more was needed. Yup, you read that right. Two pushes and suddenly I had two kids. I think Jeremy's sentiment expressed it best.
Since then, everything has been surprisingly easy. Sophie came home after two days. Did you know they send you home after 2 days??? I didn't. With all of Dylan's stuff the week long stay at the hospital felt like a month. And while she is a champion eater and sleeper (she regained her birth weight in less than a week), Sophie gave us an awesome Christmas present last night - she slept from 9 to 5, in the crib. Dylan slept on our chests only for the first three months once we came home, so I really really don't know how to handle this. On a different note, it is Christmas, so Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Merry Everything!
