So before my mommy brain completely takes over I thought I'd write about the slightly unexpected and surprising 9 day early arrival of our little Stella Wren.
My "due date" was Friday October 24th, I was scheduled for a c-section (due to it being my 4th c-section) on Friday, October 17th- a week early, so we really didn't think she'd make an entrance before then. There were other plans...
I went to bed on Tuesday night, the 14th with big plans for the next day. We were two days out from baby day so I was going to get my oil changed, go to Costco & Trader Joes, get Ryder a hair cut, yadda yadda yadda... While getting ready for bed Tuesday night I said to Daniel, "I hope my water doesn't break in Costco! hahahaha. I bet I wouldn't be the first though." While going to sleep at about 11pm I SERIOUSLY thought how it's nice to have these things scheduled but there's something exciting about a baby coming on their own... but I wouldn't ever have that and that's ok. Can't wait to meet this baby.... zzzzzzzz.
I woke up at 1:15am (thinking it was about 4 or 5). I rolled over in bed and it hit me - something wasn't right. As I stood up to get out of bed I realized my water had broken! I yelled at Daniel, "My water broke - and I'm NOT kidding!" He jumped up and ran around the bed and promptly knocked over the water on my night stand while grabbing my phone! I called my dad - who hung up on me the first time. I called the nurse line and waited for the Dr to call. I frantically called and texted friends and tried to figure out what to do with our sleeping kids! Before the Dr even called back my sweet friend Stephanie was at our door! And Daniel was cleaning toilets (seriously) and I was, well, still dealing with the broken water situation... I warned Stephanie as she came in she may never want to have kids! LOL. When asked later why he was cleaning toilets he said, "Well, it was on the list of things that needed to be done before the baby came Friday!" HAHA. Love my man.
The on call Dr called and said come on in, but if I wanted my Dr to deliver (which I really did) we could try to hold off till morning. And that would give our family a little time as well. (And my friends to wake up and see that I was in labor!) My dad drove through the night, threatening to finally turn to coffee. Daniel's sister Rachel I'm pretty sure sped the whole way to Austin and everyone else planned their quick exit and headed this way.
We got checked into the hospital before 3am and they got me all hooked up to monitor the baby and my contractions. Since I was having a c-section they didn't want to give me pain meds prematurely, so lucky me I got to really feel what laboring feels like for the next 6 hours. Something crazy was going on that night because they'd checked in two other moms set to have c-sections on that Friday and all the operating rooms were booked until 8am. So as long as I didn't progress too quickly that would be the time and my Dr would be there to do the surgery then. So we waited... (and contracted!)
They got me all set for surgery. My IV had to be done 3 times and my spinal had to be done twice (!) but other than that things smoothly progressed and by about 9 it was show time! "Let's have a Birthday Party!" is what my Dr always says.
Just before we went in I talked to the nurse about my past and the traumatic delivery I experienced the last time and expressed my desire to have the baby back with me as soon as possible. Usually after a c-section you see the baby (VERY briefly) then the baby is taken to the nursery where all the adoring family can look on and watch it get its first bath and meet the world and the mom is laying on the operating table and in the recovery room. The nurse said due to the construction in the hospital they'd started keeping the babies with the mom the whole time! I was thrilled and wanted to start crying then... I might have.
The whole operation was everything and more than I'd prayed for. Everyone in the operating room was so excited that we were having a surprise. They told us they'd let dad announce the gender as soon as the doctor was ready. So the surgery began and a few short minutes later it was time. I heard my Dr say, "Ok, Dad..." Daniel stood up looked over and said, "It's a GIRL." I started crying immediately. She started crying that good strong fresh new born cry that was everything I longed to hear. The funniest part of this moment was that as soon as Daniel said that the Dr turned her over upside down and then Daniel said, "Or is it...??? Oh yeah, it's a girl" We'll have fun telling her that one day! ;)
The nurses asked if I wanted them to immediately clean her off or if I wanted to have her all ooey gooey. I said bring it on, I wanted her asap! So they brought her straight over to us and she was so beautiful even in the mess! She immediately quieted down when they put her next to my face. It was so sweet and surreal. I was almost worried because she got so calm. The nurse, seeing my concern said, "She's fine, I can see her breathing, she's just happy to be next to you." In a few minutes they took her over to clean her off and weigh her, I could hear all the nurses saying how beautiful she was. They told us she weighed 7 lbs 8 oz (more happy tears). Then they asked if I'd like to have skin to skin time with her while they finished the operation. Of course! (Again this was NOTHNG like any of my previous experiences!) So they laid her on my chest and we were in awe. She was completely alert and aware, wide-eyed and beautiful. It was one of the most precious moments of my life and I hope I never forget it...
We were in love.
They moved us to a recovery room for a while and agreed to let in anxious visitors one by one for the next couple hours, even allowing the kids to come in to meet her. Daniel had gone out and told the party we'd had a girl. Ryder really had his heart set on a boy, but the moment he saw her she had his heart.
We took a few hours getting to know her and looking at her before deciding on a name. Of course we had a list of a few for each gender, but really weren't certain, going back and forth in the days leading up to it.
Stella meaning "Star" had been our first girl choice for a while and it seemed fitting. I blogged a good while back about how you can see stars brighter in the dark and was reminded this week of that thought while gazing at little Stella. God has truly sent her to shine brightly in our lives and we are so grateful for that light.
Wren is an English name for "the little song bird." The Druids called it the "prophetic bird," and the early Irish considered it the "magical bird."
We've had a good couple weeks getting to know her. She's sweet and snuggly. She already smiles, and she loves her crazy siblings. She sleeps... maybe a good bit in my arms and eats well and is gaining weight.
Thank you to everyone for your love, prayers, kind words, support and HELP during this pregnancy, delivery, recovery, and now the adjusting to new life. We are extremely blessed for sure.
I'm so excited to see how this little one fits into (and changes!) our little family.
Stella Wren we're so happy you're here, love.