As hard as it is to believe, it has been 6 days since I gave birth to my second daughter. I have been meaning to blog her birth story every day since we were discharged from the hospital. However, life with a newborn and her extremely excited and energetic big sister has proven busier than I imagined, so I opted to live in the moment rather than blog. If I am being completely honest, I large part of me was in no rush to blog Emaleigh’s story simply because it felt to straight forward – so routine as she was born via a scheduled C-section. But as the fog from sleep deprivation lifted, I realized that Emaleigh’s story was just as surprising, life-alternating, and amazing as her sister’s.
So here is Emaleigh’s story:
At my 35 week check-up, my OB/GYN’s office performed a routine ultrasound. The purpose of the ultrasound as to make sure that Miss Emaleigh was in position for birthing (head down) and to measure her size. Since Joycelen was only 7 pounds and 11 ounces at birth, I was expecting to here similar projected birth stats for Emaleigh. However, the ultrasound technician shocked all of us (herself included) when the ultrasound projected that Emaleigh weighed 8 pounds as of that moment. Given that babies gain between .5 to 1 pound each week until birth, Emaleigh was projecting to be at least 9 pounds by birth.
A quick consult with my doctor cemented my decision to opt for a scheduled C-section. I had entertained the idea of a vaginal birth, but when my doctor explained the increased risks due to Emaleigh’s size and then shared that my cervix was not dilating or thinning at all, the c-section seemed the safest option for both of us.
At 6:30 a.m., Micheal, Joycie and I reported to the registration desk at our local hospital. A few signatures on forms, a few armbands placed, and we were escorted back to a labor and delivery room where I would be prepped for the procedure. While I donned that oh so lovely hospital gown, had an I.V. started, and consulted with the CRNA who would be performing my spinal block , Joycie and her Daddy snuggled under a blanket provided by the hospital staff and watched cartoons. At around 7:15, my Mama, Daddy and Aunt Gail came in to give me last minutes kisses and to take Joycie back to the waiting room. A quick kiss to Mikey, a wave to my sister-in-law , and one more hug from Joycie and I was wheeled into the operating room.
Things got busy quickly. My spinal was placed, I was laid down, draped, cleaned and prepped for surgery. I caught a case of the giggles as my spinal took full effect and my lower body grew number. A few minutes later, Mikey appeared decked out in his scrubs and took a seat at the head of the operating table. The surgery was underway
A few minutes into the procedure, I began to feel sick to my stomach – a common side effect of the medication. Anti-nausea meds were pushed through my I.V., Mikey kissed my forehead, and the feeling subsided. And in what seemed an all too quick time, I heard the CRNA tell Mikey “The big moment is coming Daddy, stand up if you want to see her.”
And a few moments later, Emaleigh Michelle Lee entered the world – with a very long and loud cry. The entire O.R. staff commented on 2 things – her size and her lung capacity.
Mikey’s Mom, who is the nursery manager, quickly performed the necessary newborn checks to Emaleigh, Mikey cut the cord, and she was brought to be for our first kiss.
After several minutes of kisses, she was taking to the nursery to be cleaned up – while my doctor finished sewing me up.
At 8:30 a.m., I was wheeled into recovery and a few moments later Emaleigh was placed in my arms where we did skin-to-skin cuddling and breastfed. We were then taking to our room where family and friends awaited us.
I bet you are wondering if the ultrasound’s predictions were true……well Miss Emaleigh exceeded those expectations, weighing in at 10 pounds, 5 ounces and measuring 21.25 inches long.
6 days after her birth and I have already forgotten what life was like before she came – I can not imagine a life without her in it. To say that my heart is overflowing would be an understatment.
It will soon be time to nurse Emaleigh again, so I will close this post. But before I go, thank you to each of you who read, commented, sent good thoughts, or offered prayers on our behalf. Your love was felt each moment of this special time in our lives.