Mary Cecilia

So Daddy and Grandpa took the big kids to the zoo, leaving me with 8 day old, sweet Mary Cecilia. I have been shamelessly vegging out on the couch, watching the Bachelor but decided I should do something productive with my free time. ha! Like blogging obviously.

But Miss Mary wouldn't rest in her crib by herself, so she is joining me here at the computer.

Finally, she is here! Four long days past my due date.

  Last Friday, the 11th I woke up with serious cramping and occasional strong contractions at 2 a.m. Long story short, I felt like a first time mom when they sent me home from the hospital after some monitoring. After the last two babies coming in under 4 hours, I was really afraid I wouldn't get to the hospital on time.

I did have them strip my membranes though, and so after a late breakfast, we went home to wait. Around 1:30, Matthew went to work leaving my mom home with me. My contractions were still coming every 15 minutes.
I kid you not, as soon as the tires of Matthew's car left our driveway, I was down to 10 minutes. 30 minutes later they were 4 minutes apart. He came racing home after being at work maybe 20 minutes. By this time I was in serious labor and really worried we weren't going to make it to the hospital (20 minutes away).

Well, we got there - thanks to Matthew's gratuitous speeding- and I was THAT huffy puffy pregnant woman in the wheelchair being raced up to L&D. I tried not to freak out the 4 yr old boy on our elevator and just hold it in, praying my water wouldn't break right there. And the lady at the L&D reception desk had the nerve to suggest an observation room! Whaaa? Fortunately I didn't have to say anything because another nurse piped up that she didn't think I needed to start there...

We made it into a delivery room pronto and they strapped monitors on my belly for "20 minutes of monitoring." I told them I didn't think I would make it that long and... yes. I was right. Mary arrived with just a couple good pushes, about 20 minutes after getting into our room. 

3:02 p.m.
7lbs 7oz

of sweetness

Honestly I am so glad it is over. You know how you are supposed to "forget" how painful it is. I guess something is wrong with me because I didn't forget. Xavier's birth was really bad. Short labor and delivery but the most painful one... maybe because it was SO SO fast. In comparison, Mary's wasn't that bad, but I am glad she is here. And I can tie my own shoes again. And play ball with Matthew Jr. and all that.
I'm so happy that God gave me a girl. He knew I needed her after my 2-boy streak. Love my boys to bits, but from the very beginning I was desperately hoping for a girl.

Going home with our pinky bundle.

More to come tomorrow. I have the most PRECIOUS sibling pictures... :)